Disclaimer: This story is a work of pure fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental, and no harm or slanderous intent is implied or intentional. Other than that, the usual discl...
Ch 1: Remembrance As always, a trip to the hot spa and springs at Val d'Orcia had made me feel vigorous and virile. Rosella would be getting quite a workout tonight. I thanked my lucky stars that Rosella had been so accommodating after my wife and mistress had both died unexpectedly within months of each other two years ago. I couldn't be more lucky to now...
This is the continuing story of a straight man who has discovered that he loves to suck cock. I don't think you need to read the others first, but I think it flows better that way. Some have asked why make him married at all. In hindsight, maybe I should've made him single. Who knew where this story was going, though? I didn't. I had hoped to flesh out his w...
AUTHOR'S NOTE This is a story about a young man exploring his sexuality and finding out he is a gay submissive. It is rather long and not all about sex so if you are looking for a quickie you might want to look elsewhere. This is a fantasy. All characters are over the age of 18. Please enjoy. ------------------- The next morning when I got up no one was a...
Thanks to everyone who sent me feedback, I really appreciate it -- however, I write like a snail, so I'm pretty shocking with the updates, sorry : / NB: Fictitious story with fictitious people and situations, always use protection, blah blah blah * Deacon grabbed two beers from the fridge, flipped the caps off and made his way into the lounge, where Mark...
I woke up the next morning feeling inexplicably sad. My sleep-clouded brain couldn't comprehend this feeling of impending doom and then I remembered. I kissed Bryson. A sentence that should be said with excitement, except he had ruined it by hiding behind his supposed heterosexuality. Here's a hint, Bryson: Straight guys don't kiss other guys that intimately...
I met Ammad when he was an undergrad at college a few years ago, and knew I wanted to blow him almost straight away. At the time, he was an 18-year old virgin in heat, desperately looking to bed girls. He combined rugged good looks from his native Pakistan with a light, honey complexion more like the Greeks or Italians. His dark hair, soft but masculine feat...
Ben was 22 just out of college and down on his luck. Ben worked as a service advisor at a local repair shop. As he woke up that morning he brushed his dark brown bangs out of his sleepy eyes and rolled over to turn off the alarm. He planted his feet on the ground and headed to the shower. Ben turned the knob to the shower and let it warm up as he slowly pull...
And on a day we meet to walk the line And set the wall between us once again. We keep the wall between us as we go... Something there is that doesn't love a wall... --Robert Frost, from Mending Wall. Part Two We were making love. Tess rode me gently and I smiled up at her and softly stroked her breast. "This is what it's about, Max," she whispered, "this...
Maybe I'm just stupid. Maybe that's the reason. I have to learn and relearn the same lesson over and over: Sometimes our dreams and goals spin around and bite us in the ass. I'm Chip Beaker. I'm in a lot of trouble. And it all started with that damn apartment. Way out on Santa Monica, it sat high over the street and glimpsed the big, blue Pacific, out ther...