Carl Davis sat at his desk, staring at his computer monitor. His mind wandered from his work to his fantasies. He spun around in his chair, and surveyed the downtown skyline. He had been working in this same office for over ten years now. The grind seemed the same every day; come to work, do the work, and leave work. Carl was restless. He needed something ex...
RICHARD: These mechanical vehicles were fast, sickeningly so! I had never went so fast in my life! I held onto the rails, as the buggy jumped over hills. I wondered was this as fast or faster than Rejon. It definitely felt faster! However, the ride didn't last too long! We arrived in the canyons an hour and a half later, everyone getting out. We headed i...
This story is dedicated first to jfinn, who's story the The Human Condition at Lit inspired me to try my hands at gay erotica, and second to Annie Proulx, for being able to do in one line what I can't do in a hundred. If you haven't already, read her short story, Brokeback Mountain, or go watch the movie! A special thanks to my editors: Scintillating, danie...
My Name is John and I live in Palm Beach, FL; I have not always lived at my address but I have always lived in Florida. I am married with two children and a dog and live in a nice house that lets other know that I am doing well financially. I work as a Purchasing Agent for a small commercial contractor in South Florida and I have a few friends there that und...
[This is a sequel to 'Baring up at the Bar'] Derek had to go and get things ready in the bar so he had get some clothes on and look respectable. He insisted on cooking me a really good meal. "After that performance you deserve better than sandwiches!" he had said. He laid on a fabulous spread complete with wine and candles. The regulars were curious to se...
I miss him. Of course I do. But life, as they say, must go on for the rest of us so I don't talk about him much, and my friends don't either, not after the first few terrible months. I think about him though, and I'm pretty sure he thinks of me. I have no proof of this, of course, and I don't have any religious convictions, except one and that is I don't thi...
Sixty two year old Wallace Stone wasn't from Saratoga Springs, he was just passing through on business. When after dinner he walked through the park and stopped near the little stage where an angry young man was singing angry songs, mercifully without benefit of amplification. Most of the couple dozen or so folks who were around the performer listening didn...
June 1929, Tokyo, Japan I was straining for him to start. I ran my hands down his hard-muscled back from the shoulder blades to his buttocks, pushing his trousers down further on his buttocks and clutching at the orbs, willing him to start the stroking. He was inside me deep and I was panting hard for him. He spoke from the hollow of my throat. "I . . . we...
Being on your own all of a sudden at the tender age of 18 isn't easy, and Andy Sterling was even more ill-prepared than most for the life changing experience, both financially and emotionally. The slim paycheck he got from his job he had at the local supermarket made his choices limited, and without a car he was forced to find a place in a rather inexpensiv...
This story is a very over the top work of fantasy, and it contains extreme humiliation, ws, unsafe sex practices. Please don't read if it's not your cup of tea. ***** The next few days I struggled to return to normalcy. I tried to focus on work. Went to the gym. I got a new phone, ordered a new credit card. But it was impossible to not think about what Mel...