This story is a continuation from the series "An Erotic Tale". To get a better understanding of these characters, it is best to read the previous 4 installments in the series. This story is fictional and for entertainment purposes only. Remember, knowledge is power! Educate yourself. Always practice safe sex! * Forcing my eyes open from the heavy weight o...
Gina and I waited for Eddie on the bench in front of our apartment building. We would first go to lunch, then Eddie was going to take me to the RiversEdge Saloon so I could get my car; I'd left it there the night before when I was too intoxicated to drive. We made small talk; I was glad she didn't say a word about our sexy drive home the previous evening,...
It was a calculated risk Tim and I had to undertake if we were ever going to break free from Mr. Hansen's iron grip over our lives. My parent's now knew the truth of my sexuality, and Tim had had a talk with his folks. His mom and dad were far more understanding than mine. In fact, I still smile when I recall what his mother had said when he outed himsel...
All characters in this story are over the age of 18. ***** Dinner that night was pretty simple. Bill grilled some chicken. I was kept naked the whole time and I was getting used to the free feeling of staying this way. I kept thinking about what the next day had in store for me. I knew Jeff would probably join, so counting Bill that brought the number of m...
This is the second part of 'The Edinburgh Festival' story and follows on seamlessly. I have arrived home from work to find a package from FedEx waiting for me. **************** I stood on my neighbour's doorstep, clutching the FedEx package. It can only be from Alec, I don't know anyone else in America. I sniffed the package, wondering if I could detect h...
"I can understand you wanting to get away to complete the problem scenes in the second act, but to such a remote place? Do they even have cell service in—what did you say its name was—Oyster, Virginia? It sounds like a dump. Or a pile of rubbish. I have visions of an oyster shell pile on a deserted scrub beach. Everything washed out in soft, weak pastels; ev...
Part Five of Six total posted here. Yes, we're almost to the end! This story was originally written as a serial on my blog, and I've compressed numerous chapters into each particular installment. While you read it, please keep in mind that it was originally meant to be read either in bite-sized chunks or in one fell swoop, but with over 90k words I couldn't...
His hand jerked, the back of it resting on his brow. I imagined from that shadow of a frown, last night's over indulgence haunted him a bit. But as I lay in bed watching, his tawny eye lashes fluttering as he slept, nothing I could recall was as beautiful. I loved the way his nose twitched as he slept, and I hoped he was dreaming of me. He moaned in his sl...
Don't Call Me Pantyboy I couldn't believe my ears. I shouted at my roommate: "What are you saying? Are you accusing me of wearing women's panties? Are you saying I LIKE wearing women's panties? I wear MEN'S briefs -- and they're COTTON!!" He smirks and says, "You know, John, teenage girls wear red cotton panties too!" I am apoplectic. My face as red as...
Chapter One I woke up rather dreamily but knew exactly where I was as I stretched and felt the warmth of the man next to me. Yesterday had been my twenty first birthday, an event in its own right, but it was also the day I had got married to this man lying in bed beside me. I loved and was loved in return by him and I wriggled that little bit closer to the...