Author's Note - There are moments of non-consent in this part of the story. If that type of element offends you, or is problematic, do not read. ### "C'mon, man! It will be the whole day!" "I can't, Connor. I have to work." A frown crossed Connor's face. "Can't you call in sick or something? Take a personal day?" "No, Connor. If I don't work, I don't g...
Note: This story is a spiritual sequel to "Blowjobs for Beers," the first in a multi-story series. I suggest reading that before reading this. Readers of both will quickly recognize the change in perspective from third-person in the first story to first-person in the second. I felt like the sequel lent itself better to first-person so I decided to make the s...
I was running late by the time I walked to the gym on Thursday evening, and the place began to empty out as the clock hands swept towards its 10pm closing time. I decided to skip my shower rather than cut my workout short. By the time I was done the evening cleaners were moving through the building, carrying mops, buckets and the rest of their equipment. The...
It's New York in 1974 and twenty-four-year old Ben is spending the weekend with Robert and Ian, two vacationing leather tops from England. After starting out by letting him suck their dicks, tying him up and fucking him, they'd moved on and begun loaning him out to others. All three had been invited to a sex party, due to start in the early hours of Sunday....
"Hurry up, babe, we have to get going," Jared called through the door. I had to grit my teeth and tear my eyes away from the mirror to answer with, "Just a minute." The matching costumes had seemed like such a good idea when I came up with the concept. Now, staring at my reflection, I wasn't so sure. Too late now, I told myself. It was our first Halloween p...
I rolled over to a seated position and let the balls of my feet rest on the ratty carpeting. I reached for the pack of cigarettes and lit up. I'd only started smoking in the last couple of months. Nerves. I'd stop as soon as I got back to the States. Or maybe when I changed my name and had plastic surgery so that no one recognized me anymore. I looked aroun...
This story could have gone under Mind Control, but I wanted to make absolutely certain that readers would know what it involved before they read it. A reminder that if anyone has suggestions for stories, I want to hear them, but be aware that if it is not one that interests me I won't be able to do it well and so I won't. I will be doing Control: Asha's Stor...
This is a gay erotic fantasy inspired by an episode of the ABC sitcom "That Girl" titled "The Apartment," which first aired on Oct. 5, 1967. Watching a repeat of that episode served as a springboard for this fantasy, though this story is purely the imagination of this author and does not reflect the intentions of either the actors who played these characters...
I could tell that Kurt had shot his load, because the towel attendant jerked and sucked hard on the tongue I had in his mouth and the two of them groaned in unison. The German tennis pro and I were holding the towel guy between us on the bed in Kurt's hotel room. The towel attendant's butt was plastered to Kurt's lap, Kurt's sheathed cock up his channel. Kur...
Two months after my 18th birthday, I got my first apartment; I'd saved up from my job to be able to afford it and my parents had given me some old furniture and things to supply the kitchen (pots and pans, plates and silverware). It was the third day in my apartment when everything changed in my life; the day when my sexuality would be questioned. I love g...