{Disclaimer: this story contains a transitioned ftm - female-to-male gay character. However, it's not classified under "Transsexuals and Crossdressers", as the author sees this as a gay erotica story regardless. If this does not suit your tastes, please do not read further. If you -do-, enjoy yourself! ] ( He had been waiting there all night. T...
Author's Note: OK, so this one is a fantasy I have had for years. Growing up I didn't really have any friends, but that wasn't always true. I don't feel bad about not having friends as a kid now. I think it makes me better to my current friends. I also think all the time alone contributed to what little writing skill I have. Randy was a friend I had when I w...
After I finished my studies at college, I was sick and tired of studying and decided that I wanted to take a break from everything before starting grad school. So I decided to travel the Trans-Siberian railway across the largest country on earth, Russia. My friends and family thought I was crazy, traveling across a country to which I have never been before a...
I love my apartment. I have a top floor spacious modern apartment with a balcony that has the best view. Not only can I look out and admire the beautiful cityscape, but I also get to admire my neighbor who lacks even the slightest bit of modesty. I can't tell you the number of weekend mornings I've spent chatting with him in just a pair of tight briefs. Let...
For the next four days heavy metal music filled most of Alex's waking hours. It was angry and loud and distorted. He skipped the occasional tracks on Spotify that attempted metal's version of compassion (Disturbed's cover of Sound of Silence in particular) and preferred songs with minimal lyrics. His head banged. His head avoided thought. To add to his mis...
Taylor Harrison stepped out of his business class at the University of Miami, blinking against the brightness of the Florida sun. Tight-bodied teenagers gaggled all around him, most of them overtopped by the six-foot-three swimmer. "Down, boy," Taylor chuckled to himself. His knee-length boardshorts brushed against his cockhead, scraping it unkindly. It was...
Copyright jvaughn, 2014. All rights reserved. Copyright violators will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law. Comments welcome. Let me know what you think. -Jay ***** Chapter Four Nothing Kim did made Raeden happy. Dinner, pasta with sautéed vegetables, was terrible, apparently. The fact that Kim didn't have a computer or network connection...
Parker and I met on an early June afternoon under the Spirit of St. Louis in the Boeing Milestones of Flight Hall of the Smithsonian's National Air and Space Museum. We were both there to study about Charles Lindbergh's use of the plane to take the first trans-Atlantic flight in 1927. Having established we both were students of the period between the two wor...
Doorbell. I slid the chain off my door, clicked open the deadbolt, and opened my door. My jaw nearly dropped to the floor. A handsome hunk of a man stood on my welcome mat. His shoulders and biceps and pecs bulged under his t-shirt, straining at the seams. A thick fuzz of hair traveled along his bulging forearms to his giant, veiny hands, his thumbs in the...
I bit his plump lower lip and he moaned. My hands traveled down his narrow waist, under his shorts. He pushed his plump ass back into my hands. I kissed my way to his ear and ran my tongue around his lobe. The young man moaned again, arched his back more and pressed himself into me. I trailed my finger across his ass hole and found that he was already lubed...