I write to you of my friend Indio...who became a male slave/master when he turned twenty-one and went to college! Nineteen year old Sipple Knox was what they call a "fourth generation legacy", a rich boy who didn't have a lot of smarts, and just got into Georgetown 'cause all his relatives did. Sip couldn't take his eyes off Indio, though--partially because...
[Thank you all for reading, rating, and commenting. Your tips are always welcome. Hope you enjoy!] *** Noel had learned from experience that a throbbing headache was one of the worst ways to wake up. He had no idea how he ended up there, but when he woke up he was in Owen's bed nursing the worst headache he's had since that one time he suspected mening...
Note: This story is a spiritual sequel to "Blowjobs for Beers," the first in a multi-story series. I suggest reading that before reading this. Readers of both will quickly recognize the change in perspective from third-person in the first story to first-person in the second. I felt like the sequel lent itself better to first-person so I decided to make the s...
This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially. **** Disorder, Ch. 03 Relations in Dissonance "Are yo...
WARNING: This story gets very graphic at points and if you have a weak stomach, I do not recommend you reading it. After this chapter, things will change a lot. I'm aware of the huge cast of characters which I'm trying to whittle down or use more creatively. Chapter 5 and 6 are finished and will uploaded as soon as possible. ***** Not just our team stood...
I knew he was the one I wanted as soon as he walked into the bar. Clean cut; maybe mid-to-late thirties; business suit; hiding behind sun glasses in the dimly lit bar; hesitant at the door; picking out a table back in the corner, one with a full sweep of the room. I moved a little to my right at the bar, under a light, well within his vision. I called Chuck...
Dressed in easy-access minimal clothing, meaning jean shorts and a white t-shirt, he had sat in the car for 10 minutes, prepping himself mentally. He had removed his wallet, cell phone, and wedding ring, and put it in the car's console. He didn't know the mental state of the person he was going to meet, having only talked online, and wanted to give him as li...
This is loosely based on true happenings and therefore, personal names and details of characters have been changed. However, the location and the situation of the location are true, in my opinion that is. Also, note that while the situation is true, the storyline is not all true. I just wanted to touch the topic of LGBT situation in my country and I needed t...
"What do you think of Greco-Roman wrestling?" Neville asked as he rubbed oil into his skin. "Pardon?" I replied with some confusion. I had been admiring his naked body and how tanned it was as we lay in the sun in my backyard. Ever since meeting him we had been able to enjoy time together to tan and enjoy other things. He shaved now and I loved to see his...
My heart literally hammered in the silence of the toilet cubicle at work, thudding loudly through the hollow of my expanded chest as I held my breath not knowing what to think or say. I was excited like I hadn't been in a very long time. In fact I felt like a teenager that had only ever daydreamed for years what sex for the first time could be like and I was...