Chapter 23 -- The Legend of Schrodinger's Queer I remembered waking up at some point that morning when Cory returned from the bathroom. He curled back up with me on the air mattress set in the middle of my bedroom and snuggled close, his hand creeping up my shirt. The way his fingers tickled through my chest hair put me in mind of a cat kneading its blanket...
"Stop running and face me, boy." The words sent chills skittering along Marshall's spine. He was torn between the desire to obey and the need to provoke punishment. Giving in and turning was his first instinct, but the idea of being stretched out across the other man's lap, his ass exposed, bared to receive those glorious swipes of his firm hand was too str...
Author's Note: This is my first attempt at a true fantasy story. Much inspiration was taken from Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild, as well as several anime I've watched over the years. +++++ The rising sun gradually woke me up and I opened my eyes. Like most days, there was a moment where I was blandly content, but then the reality of what the day held...
Banister guy. I suppose life is full of surprises, so when Henry asked me around to play some games - well was I naive or something in never imagining they would be the type of games he had in mind? "I have fancied you ever since I employed you in my company Peter" he confessed, and there was I thinking it was because of my academic ability. You see what...
It's been my experience in life that in general reality rarely lives up to fantasy, however in this particular instance, it simply blew fantasy to hell and back. I've known since I was a young boy, that I was gay. Despite societal mores to the contrary, my ultimate fantasy was to make love to my dad. Don't ask me why. Perhaps it was the thrill of "forbidde...
I could not have been in any steamier place or time for my sexual awakening. Bangkok, Thailand, in the eighties was sin city extraordinaire. Anything went there; everything was tolerated. It was a mai bin rai ("nevermind; whatever, it's OK") place, and everything was not only tolerated, but it also was on offer—and almost always for free or at a very good pr...
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MAX & THE CITY by KABS© The characters in this piece of literature are all sexually active personages being fictional consenting adults, of course entirely for literary enjoyment and/or sexual arousal by non-fictional ones. Graphic narrative depictions of homosexual activity are presented. Any reader's personal aversion to such behaviour should likewise ave...
The add said, "wanted, Houseboy willing to work hard in exchange for room and board and martial arts training. Live in only." I had come to Japan for two reasons, one I wanted to learn the ancient art of Ninjutsu from a true master and I was extremely attracted to stocky, muscular Japanese men. I had a fantasy of being a slave to my sensei in every sense of...
Three days passed, and I was still in Hector's room. The days fell into a pattern: First Hec woke early, took care of his errands and upkeep while I wrote. The laptop became a fixture on the bed along with Hec's rumpled clothes, which came off every afternoon around three. After, we wrote, we laughed. I threw off my bathrobe, and we practiced our numbers all...