*This story is the second installment of the "My Teenage God" series. Hopefully of many* *This story is a fantasy based on dominance and muscle in an older-younger gay setting. If this doesn't sound appealing to you, then don't read any further. All characters and story-lines are purely imagined and not based off any true facts* _____ I lay on the floor o...
This story is a work of fiction, and all the characters are products of my own overactive imagination. This story contains descriptions of gay sex, so if that's not your thing move on. Thanks to my editor William B. for all the help. I love hearing from my readers, so please feel free to comment or send me a note. ***** I slid off my heavy backpack in the...
I drove home exhausted from the sexual intensity and violation of the day. My clothes, skin and taste buds were sticky and reeking from our commingled ejaculate, juices and raw funk. But I was hard and loving it. As I pulled into my driveway, dad was washing his Beamer. I didn't want to stop to talk; I was afraid he'd smell the scent of another man all over...
Author's Note: This is the second instalment of 'The Bully' series. Reading the first chapter beforehand is recommended. ***** A month after the incident in the Richmond Rugby Club locker room, Cory Taylor still couldn't get the bully George Johnson out of his mind. With only two more months left till he graduated, Cory was eager to make the most of it. He...
During my college days I never considered myself to be anything other than straight, I was on the school soccer team, had my fair share of women and was pretty much one of the boys. By the time I was in my senior year I felt like I was on a role. My work at the gym had really started paying off. I was about 6 feet tall with dark brown hair slim waist with a...
The Dinner There I was propping up the bar, all dressed up in my Scottish finery waiting for the evening to begin. I'd had a mysterious invite to a Black Tie Dinner, the invite had arrived with a covering note informing me that my presence was required at a Gala Evening to be held at a prestigious Edinburgh Hotel. No further details were given apart from th...
Raindrops were beginning to splatter against the windshield and distant thunder promised more bombast as I reached a Y in the road I hadn't expected and was forced, in view of the lights bearing down on me from a vehicle somewhere in back and near to me, to make a decision. "Take the high road" wafted through my brain. I had no idea why I had remembered that...
He stopped calling. No more texts. He just disappeared. It felt like he was my first boyfriend or at least a friend with benefits, but I guess not. As the days passed, i became more and more offended, questioning myself. Was it something I said or did? Finally, I grew enough courage to overcome my submissiveness and initiate contact. I texted, "Are you OK?...
There were not many jobs around in Birmingham at that time and certainly nothing in my usual line: stationery sales. Yes, selling paper and files and marker pens. Don't laugh: somebody's got to do it. And I knew my stuff, I tell you. But no, nothing around, so I looked at the wider area of sales. If you're a salesman you can sell anything. You've just got t...
I was over at Jake's apartment and we were watching the American Idol finale. Jake and I have known each other since kindergarten. We played together, played sports together and were generally inseparable during our formative years. We were often mistaken for twins in our young teen years. Now that we are both 18 people have no problem telling us apart. We h...