I don't really regard myself as a writer, but a few years ago, when I was in school, I always got good marks for my written English. So, as I have a story to tell that a few people might be interested in, I thought I'd try my hand at telling about my short life so far. I'm gay. Please don't ask me why. I think I know why but I'm not certain. I can be quite...
The summer before my freshman year of college I went to stay with my dad's old friend Ken for two and a half months. I was enrolled in a summer class, but my parents couldn't really afford housing for me outside of the regular semester. Luckily, Ken lived 20 minutes from campus, lived alone, and had room in his condo to spare. It was the perfect set up....
As Mike strolled leisurely toward me, I backed up into the corner next to the Steam Box. No doubt sensing my rapidly increasing anxiety of the situation, James got up and walked toward the door, blocking my only exit. They both had evil grins on their faces and confidence was flowing from them freely. "Why don't we just relax a little bit and get a little b...
Dear Reader: Some of you may have read "Still in the Closet," parts 1 and 2, and "Charlie's Nephew Goes to College." Those stories will give you some background on Charlie, Bobby, and the professor. * Coach lets most of us first year guys suit up for the games and we got good tickets for our families, so I was thrilled that Uncle Charlie was spending a we...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. *** It was 10:41 p.m. Saturday night when the text came in. Daniel was in bed with his wife and they were half-asleep when his phone pinged. Daniel felt a flush deep inside himself, hoping his wife's fragile sleep state was undisturbed. At this time of night, he suspected the message...
We proudly present the second part of the first in a series of unjustly neglected underground classics of erotica, revived and reinterpreted for your entertainment and pleasure by Tristan Trotsky, a noted dilettante of decadent literature. --- 0 --- The earnest literary critic can but conjecture about the state of mind of the author of the sad and perverse...
Rick was careful to hide the lingerie and plug he brought into the house. He carefully washed them and left them to dry in his closet behind his suits and shirts. That night, all he could think about was the next day. What could have Jack thought of to make him smile the way he did? How much further could be taken and used by a man he still didn't know that...
The fog hung heavy over Victorian London this Friday evening, Thomas and Daniel had been working late finishing the accounts for an important client and had finally completed their task. As they left their office, heading for their respective homes, a boy approached and informed them of an art exhibition with complimentary champagne. "Let's give it a whirl...
A loud ring of the bell just after seven told me that Richard had arrived. I hurried down from my first floor room to open the door and he greeted me with that open smile I had already become attached to. "Hi Richard! You found my place OK?" "Yep! Your map work was first class." I led him up to my room and closed the door. "Coffee or beer?" I asked. "Bee...
My job requires me to travel on a regular basis and I get bored at times when out of town by myself. Once again, I found myself in a hotel room after a day of meetings not knowing what to do for the evening. Dinner and a couple of beers would kill a couple hours but the routine was getting to me, kind of like the rest of my routine life. After more than 20 y...