Six months ago to the day. That's how long it had been since I had seen Mike. I remembered the date exactly, mostly because the image of my digital bedside clock is burned into my mind's eye, the electric blue numbers, denoting the date and time that my life as I knew it ended. I can still hear the door closing downstairs, the distinctive sound of Shannon c...
I couldn't believe what I'd heard. "Two months?! Your brother will be here for two months?!" My girlfriend and I had just bought an apartment together in Manhattan and we finally had a place to ourselves. For years, we'd lived with roommates in the close confines of New York City. Now that we finally had a studio apartment to ourselves, Stacy had invited he...
Mr. Crosby, Rick's probation officer, was busily moving papers from one stack to another—and then, seemingly back again—and even took two calls and didn't hurry disconnecting them, as Rick sat across the desk from him and fidgeted. Rick's schedule was tight. He was expected at Groton's house within the hour. The appointment wasn't to mow the yard this time;...
Authors Note: This is my first story, so let me know if you like it and want me to continue. Sorry its not sex at first its more of the lit of Literotica. As I continue it will develop to the erotica part. Thanks to MsRoseEvans for editing! Kayden ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Come on, suck it you little faggot. Or do you want to take it in your tight twin...
This is a work of 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. As fiction, the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be un...
Saturday My name is Martin, and I am 18. This is my story. It was Saturday and I was at a loose end. I was planning to meet Emily at 6, but the daytime was free. The thought of staying in bed for a couple of more hours crossed my mind when I heard the noise that most teenage boys dread. My moms shouting up the stairs. "Martin, Martin, come here quick"....
I rubbed my eyes with one hand, yawning ferociously as I used my key to unlock the door to my home. It was a two bedroom apartment my mother had us move to, ever since my father passed away when I was young. She worked as a nurse and wouldn't be home for some time leaving me happily home alone. I'm Whitney Wright, a 19 year old male, Sophomore in college,...
So he stood, in the din of city noise, leaning against the wet brick wall papered with his small sweaty body as the world and his thoughts and his head went spinning round and round and he wanted the roller coaster to stop. For he was in imminent danger of falling off. And falling off meant he would have to be somewhere. And somewhere was a place. If somewhe...
Here is the final chapter of our story, hope you guys like it. Sorry it has been so long since I've posted. I should be posting more often now. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Ethan? What the hell are you doing here? How do you know where I live?" Mike fumed. Anthony hugged his side looking strangely at Ethan. "Your dad told me, and I just wanted to talk to you." E...
What you're about to read: This is a work of historical fiction—recent history—inspired by actual accounts, so it's rather realistic though definitely fictional. The novel is built around themes I find erotic: captivity, sexual tension, male intimacy. However (disclaimer and spoiler), you won't find any full-blown sex here. This is the story of a queerly rom...