I know, I know. I haven't posted anything here for over a year, but part of my nature is to be lazy when it comes to these things. This story is one of transformation; some might say corruption, so let's compromise and call it a corruptive transformation of a younger man by an older man, or maybe it was the corruption of an older man by a younger man, who kn...
This had been a church once, although to what god Aiden wasn't sure. The roof was shot through with years of abandon and months of shelling. It was night outside, but there was a strange orange glow that passed through the gaps in the roof and provided just enough light for the statues to loom out of deeper shadows, hands outstretched. Aiden wanted to just g...
"Look, David, I've been enjoying what we're doing. But I think we should raise the stakes a little more," Riley said. "Yeah, that's what you said in your text." Riley was sweating through the thin fabric of his shorts, and probably visibly from his pits. He wondered if David could see. It had been so much easier to suggest over text what he had wanted tha...
The Aquarius Grotto clinks with the many dishes and silverware as usual. The fine dining establishment is full of fine patrons as they enjoy their gourmet seafood. Jason pushes the bridge of his glasses up onto the front of his brown eyes while he wears his formal uniform as he goes along the trolley to collect the dirty dishes, and having a small smile from...
This is the true recounting of the first time a man's cock ever touched the inside of my mouth, with as much detail and in-the-moment sexual chronology as I can remember twelve years later. I have made no embellishments to make it a more exciting read. This is as it happened. It was in the summer of 2004, a few months after my separation and bifurcation of...
With the spring semester complete, school was out for the summer, I now had three months with no papers, tests or required reading. I was happy that I had been able to maintain such good grades over the past semester, considering all of the turmoil in my life that took place prior and during the semester. I had signed up for my fall classes on the first day...
Chapter 2: The Last Day Adam and Merrick rested in the glowing, subterranean cove. Orangey-pink light danced along the rocky walls as the lovers cuddled against each other. The water rippled as the beautiful fish tail slowly moved back and forth, occasionally rubbing against one of the legs. Merrick's tail is long -- about a foot or two longer than Adam's...
Thanks to everyone for the feedback provided! I just had a couple items I wanted to cover before getting to the story. When I started this part of the story, all the responses asked for a continuation so I decided to complete it. I didn't see the last two comments until the majority of it was finished. I want to apologize to the those readers. I was never my...
*Tres leches (three-milk) cake, for those who might be unfamiliar with Mexican cuisine, is a traditional Mexican/South American dessert, consisting of a sponge or other firm yellow cake that is soaked after baking with a mixture of evaporated milk, condensed milk, and heavy cream, then chilled. In some versions the third milk is coconut milk. The finished ca...
I missed Kells. Which was darkly amusing in the level of bizarre that statement really was. We had barely gotten to know one another, been on one real date. It might have been more truthful to say I missed the idea of him, but even so, I missed what I did know about him. I missed his eyes and how they looked at me. I missed his sultry voice calling me Joshy,...