This is my first story, be gentle please. As a general rule, I am usually hot. No, I don't mean hot as in attractive, nor hot as in horny. I mean hot as in temperature, as in sweating, as in wanting to walk around in your birthday suit in an attempt to cool off your body in the flaming heat of summer. But that often applied in winter as well. Walking down...
Isaac was right behind me as I climbed the stairs and texted. I set the phone down and breathing deep, met his gaze. "Hi." "Hey." "How're you?" "I'm great...you ok?" "All things shiny! Just more intense than I'm used to..." "What's on your mind for tonight...?" "First, I'm looking forward to being with you. Second, I have to be back here by 1030 or so....
[Author's preface notes: The initiation and life of a male prostitute—a jinan—in the Floating World of the Beautiful Way in ancient China in the waning years of the Chu dynasty, 200 BC, was a sensual but cruel, often foreshortened, bitter-sweet existence. Floating World Bitten Peach weaves a complex, romantic, and all too often tragic tale of the interwoven...
The cart rocks back and forth as the horse pulls it along the uneven road, jostling you about. So far you've managed to wedge yourself between the other goods to avoid being slammed about. "Other goods", god above, to think you are now someone's damned property! You glare at the rough planks of the floor as you think back to the day your father sol...
The three of us lay on the bed naked having just fucked daisy-chain style and Paul had said he had a "proposition" for us. I was intrigued so said "Go on, what proposition?" "How about you get some breakfast done and I tell you then, unless you're up for another go?" Paul said. He was playing with his cock which had started to harden again. It looked tempti...
Clint arrived at work the next morning as the lieutenant was gathering the squad around the case board, which had the photos of three similar-looking blond-headed men—the three victims of the case they were working on—pinned to the center of the board. Another photo of a similar-looking man was pinned off to one side. Clint recognized this one as the dead wi...
Every 4th of July, I travel from my downtown loft to my sister's vacation homes on Thomas Hill Reservoir, an expansive lake in north central Missouri. The lake, which is huge and placid, is virtually unknown. On any given 4th, there are a half dozen or fewer boats on the water, in stark contrast to the more bacchanialian and busier Ozarks two hours to the so...
In another time, another place ... You are the third son of King Phillip. The Kingdom of Eros operates differently than other countries -- famously so. While other realms choose rulers based on inheritance, power or money, Eros follows one unique system: the sex sport. Since the dawn of man, sex has been an economy of its own; it is a measure of power and tr...
Author's note: This is a slow and (I hope) romantic story that builds up to sex in later chapters. It's written from both perspectives. If you've read any of my other gay stories, this is the tale of Mark and Charlie, who are Simon's neighbours in A New Life. * * * * * * Mark It had always been my ambition to run a restaurant, since I was a child. I cou...
I'm not sure what started this obsession of mine. Somewhere over the past 10 years or so something changed me. I day dream of submitting to black cock almost constantly. If I'm lucky I have real dreams about sucking BBC. The first time I had the privilege of sucking black cock was when I lived in Hawaii. Up to then I had sucked plenty of cock but would trad...