The tower room has already changed. It is still red and dim, the candles are still there, and the incense. But it no longer smells of blood. Some of the windows are thrown open and fresh air sweeps through making it smell clean and fresh. There is a hint of lilac from the trees beneath. The bed is mounded with pillows and cushions in black and red silks and...
Chapter 1: The Videotape I was up late trying to finish up this romantic comedy script that I had been working on for the past year, and finally, I got a great intimate scene set up for the two characters. Once I worked on the intimate scene, I had my roommate, Brandon critique the scene, but he thought it was too slow. "They need to have sex." He said to...
* Jing had tears in his eyes and his face was twisted with pain. I brushed his white hair back and pulled his shirt over his extended belly. He was swollen, and it wasn't just because he was pregnant. Something was wrong. "How do you know?" I pulled the ultra-sound machine over and started to prep Jing for the test. Jing struggled with a chuckle, "I jus...
Friday came, and it found me filled with emotion. Nervous, excited, horny, scared. Truth be told, I was about to go away for a weekend with four men that, outside of how they look naked and taste, I knew nothing about. I had taken the morning to primp myself. Once again, bathing and removing every ounce of body hair making my toned tan body look just that mu...
Trent returned to his room still thinking about the bind boggling sexual experience he had just enjoyed. He couldn’t get it off his mind. The high level of excitement from watching the young, thin, white boy having sex with the muscular black man. How his heart throbbed when he looked through the hole in the wall and watched the firm, shaved body in the boot...
The irony still lingers. I was aboard a lemon yellow 707, one of the famous "jelly bean fleet" launched by Braniff Airlines in the 1960s, or more precisely, dreamed up by one the reigning ad agencies of the era, to give their client an edge in aero-hipness. The fleet was so named for the colors Braniff adopted, a palette including lime green, orange, and p...
PATRICK – THE GREAT DISCIPLINARIAN A Homoerotic Story by Jason Land CHAPTER 1 When we last left Patrick Ingram-Lewis, it was just before the Christmas holidays in 1901 and he and his closest friend, Roderick Pennington, were to spend the holidays together at Ingram House in Northumberland. Roderick's parents had gone off on a safari to Africa and he wou...
'THE LEGEND OF THE HOUSE OF SHAME ...' Editor's Note: This terrifying manuscript is not offered as an authenticated document, neither is there any indication that its contents are anything other than the day-dreaming of a fantasist (indeed, at several points in the manuscript the anonymous narrator suggests that this is, in fact, the case). Nevertheless, th...
I was sore the next morning when I woke up. I glanced at the clock and saw I'd overslept by about fifteen minutes. Ayden wasn't in the room with me. I slowly got myself out of bed and shuffled to the kitchen. He was already dressed and was scrambling eggs. "I'm making you breakfast," he said. "I was going to bring it to you." "I need to get ready for schoo...
ATTENTION: This story depicts gay incest between a father and son. It is not for all audiences. * CHAPTER ONE: THE FIRST SEEDING Exactly 3 days after my 18th birthday, my best friend in the whole world passed away. My mom had died. Grief overcame both me and my father. I had spent almost all of my life hating my father, for he had always been a cruel t...