Chelsea texted me this morning. She said she thinks she's pregnant. I think she's making it up. I texted her back that she should go get a test but she said she doesn't need one, that she knows her body. I broke up with her. This time we're staying broken up. If she is pregnant, there's no way it's mine. I went to Kitty today with my Ayden problem. She was...
My name is Dave Rogers, 35 years old, 5'9" and a 168-pounds of good health. I am what you might call handsome, in a youthful looking way. If I had any complaints it would be my body is void of hair except on my head and a little blond hair around my privates. My chest and legs are as smooth as a woman's and has at times, when I was younger, caused me embarra...
Submitting To My Roommate: My New Gay Life I was 18 years old when I had my first gay experience. I was at a private all male college (yes, a few do still exist), it was my freshman year and I shared a room with another freshman named Chris. It seemed that other guys could tell right away the Chris was gay but it didn't cross my mind – I was too concerned w...
John finally meets his true love in church, of all places. Author's note: Being that chapter one was so badly received, I decided to make fixes to chapter 2 to all that my readers thought were wrong with chapter one, but then I decided that I'd be doing a disservice to my characters. Instead, now holding nothing back, I wanted to be true to my characters an...
This the second to last chapter, we've jumped ahead in time and while the other stories were written chronologically this one is written in flashbacks. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy it. If you would be interested... I am considering writing the first chapter again from Owen's perspective (only the first chapter). Let me know if you are into this idea. Artie...
"You are the stirring in my loins" James told me on Saturday when I had paired him in the bowling club. "It is alright until you bend over to make your bowl but then my eyes are focused on something other than how many you are going to knock down." I thought he was having a laugh but then I saw he wasn't laughing, it was the look in his eyes and his volati...
Frank was quite a rugged man in his late 50s, about 5.9", by no means handsome, but quite well dressed, and as I would later discover, a real gentleman in every way. I first saw him in a rather busy cottage one evening when he stood beside me. I had just clicked with another man and was ready to leave for somewhere quiet, looking down I noticed that he was...
Being Gay and twenty-one years old in 1962 is not always easy... Of course, the Fortune Teller lied. Down a Walton Street edged with stalls, sideshows and gaudily beckoning caravans, strolling the chill illuminated darkness where it erupts into the fairground. The smoky spun-sugar aroma of candy-floss, hot dogs that drip with ketchup-blood, brittle golden c...
As a black man, I don't like the black dom, white sub trope but the idea of this story was too good to pass up. Enjoy This happened one Saturday evening. I was chilling at home, flipping series on Netflix as I looked for something interesting to snooze on. My phone pinged. Whatsapp message. Him: 'Hi.' Me: "Hi." Him: "How are you?" Me: "All good...just c...
First things first - I highly recommend going back and reading the rest of the series before engaging with this. We'll still be here when you get back :) No sex this chapter. Things are... well. The next few chapters might get somewhat dark. But our lovers are strong, and their love is even stronger, and they will endure. Take the prophecy you find in Syb...