The Priest in my theology class at school said that the Bible claimed that real love was being willing to sacrifice your life for someone else. I guess that means that I never really loved Francis. I met Francis when I was fifteen. He was two years older than me and he was my mentor, my guide to my new school. My parents thought it was a good idea for me to...
Sitting on the third floor balcony of my university gave me a confidence I had never felt anywhere else. Freshman year I had come up here during a formal event and watch the stars rotate until they dimmed away to the rising sun, and waves of students would spill out into the parking lot, many of which did nothing but rest up against the side of their truck a...
I have been a masseur for four years, providing relaxing and invigorating massages to women of all shapes and sizes. I feel that my clients generally get the treatment they are looking for, whether it is a by-the-book massage or something more intimate. My client base is not large; I never intended it to be a full time job. I have regulars that make appointm...
Rage. Heat. Raw emotion. High ecstasy. Building sensation. Things that can't be controlled, that can't be ignored, that can't be released. This was a night not like any other. Two orks making love, after momentous events of their relationship, has made this night the night of pure lovemaking. And this not just any ordinary night of lovemaking, this is diffe...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consentual or reluctant sex. * Note: This story is intentionally written in a way to mimic an unskilled writer though the use of southern slang and less than perfect literary style. All characters are fictional and over the legal age of consent. All rights reserved by the author, Yukonnights and submitted so...
**Note: these are extracts from letters written to my great-great-uncle Oscar by various friends of his. Oscar and co seem to have all been gay or bi, and the author of this letter, Fitz, really got around. This took place in the summer of 1910; Fitz had recently finished at Oxford and John was a few years younger, possibly just 19. John, a friend of Fitz's...
Still going through those letters. Fitz seems to have been one of the only one of Oscar's friends to commit this much detail to paper. Others, notably a chap I'll call Fitz and another called Wood, don't do it as often, while Oscar's cousin Litton, a complete rake, tended to go through so many he couldn't remember many details. But Fitz is down for the blow-...
Chapter 2 - Shame and Acceptance 1 As I sat on Matt's couch, the taste of his cock and cum in my mouth, I began to shiver. Matt got me a towel and told me to take a hot shower to warm up. I did so without thinking, my mind a whirlwind of images: Matt's beautiful dick, me on my knees, eating his cum. After so many years of fantasizing I had finally done the...
About ten years ago, I was midway through my college years. During this time, I met what was to be a good buddy of mine, Stan. We had met at a mutual friend’s apartment. She, Ellen, had a get together with about twelve or so of us. It was the beginning of the Fall semester, and it was exciting to meet new people. Through the semester, Stan had gotten to kno...
Chapter 7 -- Massage I had arrived at my hotel in Dallas, checked in and was trying my key in the door when it suddenly opened and there was a couple coming out. We were all surprised and went to the front desk to clear up the issue. On the elevator ride down, we chatted and I found that they were in town for a conference that his wife was attending. Now th...