"Earth to Tommy!" Charley snapped her fingers a series of times when she noticed Thomas' absentminded features for the umpteenth time. "What? Did you say something?" he shook his head and blinked a few times before looking at Charley who looked completely irritated. Charley's shoulders lifted as she inhaled deeply and exhaled warily. "I've been here for t...
Hey there fellow Litsters! This is my first (and probably last) attempt at Gay Male. The inception of the story happened when a female author friend of mine (who adores this category) placed a bet with me that a straight guy (namely me) cannot write a Gay story. Here is my attempt at proving her wrong. I look forward to your comments and feedback here. It...
Chapter 1 It all started on an unusually balmy autumn Chicago day near the Buckingham fountain replica in Grant park. Jeff was polishing off the final greasy bites of a Vie-enna chili cheese polish sausage, hurrying because he had only seven minutes remaining of his stingy half-hour lunch, when a figure sped by on a bike. Merely a flash he barely saw, but...
"Anyone can catch your eye, but it takes someone special to catch your heart." ~Author Unknown. * Jerret took a sip of his soda before he set it down. His fingers slid idly over the condensation on the glass as he stared around the restaurant at all of the happy couples. He was seated at a small table in the back, which was obviously not a prime date locat...
I was finishing up the dishes when I looked through the window over the sink and saw Joe in the backyard. He was tugging on the new tire swing I'd attached to the old maple tree in the back yard as a surprise. He looked concerned, as he tentatively leaned his weight against it, and I chuckled to myself at his unease. I ducked my head and watched as he steppe...
DISCLAIMER All characters contained within are entirely fictional; any similarity to any real or fictional person living or deceased is totally unintentional. Do not read this story if you do not enjoy reading about consensual sexual activities of an exhibitionist nature. Otherwise read on...... CHAPTER 1 It's funny how life can throw a spanner in the wo...
Readers please note: If you're looking for a lot of hot, steamy, gay sex scenes, this story, especially this part (7) is not for you! Back out now. If you tend to enjoy more emotional and heart touching and loving scenes I hope you enjoy it. As an author, I tend to get wrapped up in my stories, as if I'm there, and I tear up pretty easily. I used about a...
I always sit close to the new boy on the sofa, and while I am advising and lecturing him, my hand will occasionally rest on his shoulders; sometimes gently stroke the back of his neck; then move to his thigh, first giving it a friendly squeeze then very softly, trace my fingertips back-and-forth over his inner thigh. "You know I'm not gay, right?" said the...
Not really a story, per se. Just a dad-on-dad sex romp based on a recent encounter with a good friend. * * * * * * * Friday Night * * * * * * * It was near the end of a long Friday at work when my phone alerted me that I'd received a text. The ring tone told me exactly who'd sent it; Charles. He's a cherubic little man in his early sixties I've been play...
"Ohhh, yesss...that is sooo nice...your hands are sooo magical," I heard Terry the Towel Boy say to someone. I craned my neck to peer between two bodies and saw Willie Mumphrey, an aide to Congressman Hecker, showing one of his drawings to Terry. The Congressman himself immediately joked, "Yes, and his hands sketch very well, too!" I had seen those drawin...