Brandon's bladder throbbed, pressing heavily down between his legs. He clenched his muscles to strengthen his resistance as he gazed forward out the windshield. "Damn," he murmured. "I really drank a lot of water before we left." "You really did." His boyfriend Andre sounded calmly amused. This pretense was all part of the exciting charade. "You're very wel...
All my stories take place in a parallel world, very similar to our own, where STI's do not exist, so my stories are filled with practices that are highly unsafe in this world. I'm not going to say don't try this at home, but take care of yourself. All my characters are of legal age, and you should be, too—do not read my stories if you are under the legal ag...
Elliot's Point of View For as long as I can remember anxiety has ever been present in life and now at the age of twenty-three, I still struggled with it. Awkwardness and weirdness followed me daily, yet inclusivity made me happy. I was grateful for the few friends in my life. They were aware of my extreme shyness and have accepted me fully. They stopped try...
Chapter 3- The kiss that started it all DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction. All characters involved are eighteen years of age or older. This series will include sex between brothers. Do not continue reading if you do not approve of incestuous relationships. Again, this work is fiction. I'm going to be writing these next chapters from both perspect...
It was still dark outside when the cab arrived to take me to the airport. The driver pulled up, climbed out of the car and went to unlock the trunk so I could put my suitcase and computer back in. He was tall, maybe six foot two or six foot three with large muscular arms and legs which were intriguing to watch as he easily picked up my heavy bag. As...
I had just arrived to the property. It was a beautiful Tudor style home in northern Massachusetts. It was secluded, sitting on acres of land. I had experience with homes of this size and value, as I have been a top producing real estate agent for many years now. I walked to the front door and proceeded to ring the bell. A moment later, the sound of the doo...
Because the boy pushing the large cement-laden wheelbarrow was exceptionally attractive I'd been delightfully spending every day sitting in the sun. He'd nodded and smiled the first time we made eye contact; assuring me I'd be spending my Summer Break in the garden. Although he was very good looking, his magnificently sculpted and tanned body, glistening wi...
I went to the sun room of my house and let Greg in the back door. He couldn't meet my eyes, but I didn't put any clothes on so when he looked down all he could see was my naked body and Leo's cum dribbling down my thigh. So he looked straight over my head he wasn't that much taller than me but it was still effective. "What are you doing here?" I asked becau...
Ben paced outside the Harris Teeter he worked at part-time. This was crazy, no, insane. Why had he said yes? Stupid so stupid. It was a bad idea from the very beginning. Going to the BDSM club, then even talking to Eric in the grocery line instead of pretending not to remember him but no, Ben was a horrible liar. He always got twitchy when he tried, so afte...
Note - this is really more a bisexual perspective, but the site lacks that category Stories tell only a part, written or spoken. This is the story first heard by wife, now shared, of a recent bathhouse experience. And though the events occurred in a straight line, they didn't feel that way at the time, making the recounting of them become a series of disc...