"Benji! Get your fuckin' ass in here," Mr. Boothe shouted from his office. Mr. Booth was yelling for me again. My name is Ben, short for Benjamin. Benjamin Carter. I'm 24 years old. I have blond hair and hazel eyes. I'm pretty short at only 5'7" and a little bit too skinny. I don't think I'm anything special to look at. I'm painfully shy and I'm not the mo...
This is a bit of a deviation for me. Rather than a longer, slower developing story, this is a series of three short(er) stories. They involve three different men at three different stages of the narrator's life: at 18, at 36, and at 54. As always, I enjoy receiving feedback and suggestions from readers, so please post comments or email me your thoughts on ho...
The summer after our senior year my best friend John and I got the bright idea to start our own lawn mowing company to make money. We had both been unable to find any sort of work and were pretty desperate. With a little help from our parents we were able to buy a couple of used lawn mowers, a gas-powered trimmer/edger, and a couple of gas powered blowers, t...
This is a copyrighted work of fiction. All rights are reserved. First Edit: edthe3rd2003 Final Edit: WickedWendyDru My Dear Wicked One, Thank you for challenging me as a fledgling writer, and for your unfailing support in helping me to meet those challenges. You make me think about what I am writing, and keep me true to my characters. Thank you for not...
PREFACE: The following is, in the most part, based on a true story of how a young man was changed from an innocent youth into a cock-loving slut in one of the most dreaded prisons at that time. Those readers who have been an inmate in the old prison at Raiford, Florida might possibly identify with some of the characters in this story and will easily agree ho...
"GET READY, KID...HERE IT COMES!" the big trucker said just as his huge cock started to go off inside my mouth. The first thick rope of cum shot forth powerfully, the sperm-laden wad of cock-juice shooting deep into my sucking mouth. His monstrous cock twitched and I felt a second creamy strand of his milky semen splash over my tonsils. His hips flexed back...
As I walked up the stairs into the community center, I kicked the snow off my boots and pulled my cap and gloves off and shoved them into my pocket. I saw the "TOY DROP OFF" sign and followed the arrow down the hall. I walked up to the table with the bag containing the three toys I had bought. I didn't have a lot myself, but I always felt that it was import...
Hey there fellow Litsters! This is my first (and probably last) attempt at Gay Male. The inception of the story happened when a female author friend of mine (who adores this category) placed a bet with me that a straight guy (namely me) cannot write a Gay story. Here is my attempt at proving her wrong. I look forward to your comments and feedback here. It...
Chapter 1 It all started on an unusually balmy autumn Chicago day near the Buckingham fountain replica in Grant park. Jeff was polishing off the final greasy bites of a Vie-enna chili cheese polish sausage, hurrying because he had only seven minutes remaining of his stingy half-hour lunch, when a figure sped by on a bike. Merely a flash he barely saw, but...
I was finishing up the dishes when I looked through the window over the sink and saw Joe in the backyard. He was tugging on the new tire swing I'd attached to the old maple tree in the back yard as a surprise. He looked concerned, as he tentatively leaned his weight against it, and I chuckled to myself at his unease. I ducked my head and watched as he steppe...