I'm Owen, senior class Whitman High School. My 18th birthday was yesterday. I'm waiting, sitting on a stack of old gym mats in a disused commons room, top floor of oldest building on campus. Staci had given me one of the few the keys during morning history class. Lunch hour had just begun. I hear a key turning from outside in the deserted corridor. The doo...
Author's Note: Do not read further if it is illegal for you to do so. This story contains sexual situations and offensive language. If reading non-consensual, gay or non-human fiction offends you, find something else to read. * "Shen?" A loud, deep voice called out, and I rolled over, losing half the blanket to the floor in the process. Glaring at the da...
We have stripped as we came into the house and headed to the bedroom. As we passed down the hallway, I asked you if you trusted me. Your response was in the affirmative. I told you I wanted to experiment and that you had to be my submissive this time; it could be your turn next if you wanted. With some obvious trepidation, you agreed but only after I promise...
*Hello and welcome! This chapter includes gay BDSM, strong Master/slave dynamics, emotional turmoil, and an actual plot, so if any of those turn you off, scram. All characters are 18+ I accidentally forgot to use the 'Sexual intensity scale' last chapter, but this chapter is a 7. Thank you, and please enjoy!* When I woke up, the first thing that reg...
Many thanks and gratitude to HardAssLioness for her insightful editorial suggestions. Uncle Steve had an auto accident and broke both his legs. My mother, his only sister and nearest relative, went over and took care of him every day. His casts ran from his feet all the way up to his crotch. With help, he could walk, barely, just far enough to get into th...
He was young; cute; Hispanic; had a very nice smile; had a small, perfectly formed body; and moved like a dancer. Any three of those were good enough to make me hard. I immediately went hard for him. His name was Manuel. I guessed Brazilian from his bronze skin color. But then we were only ninety miles from Cuba. I was on a punishment assignment from the Ag...
On Sunday, April 28, 1793, the bells in towers of the harbor town of Charlotta rang out at 2 p.m. They were calling all nobles on the inland sea island of St. Silvus to the wedding of Reginald Reynolds, the governor-general's son, the most magnificently formed and handsome of the most physically gifted countrymen on the face of the earth. At that precise mom...
Yesterday I had a marvelous experience, I sucked a cock. I am a 64-year-old male and a hardcore heterosexual I would never in a million years thought that I would have a gay experience. I did and I liked it. I live in a small central Florida city and yesterday I was on my way to Tampa, I noticed the car in front of me swerve to miss a dog and slide into a d...
Author's Note: This is not to make light or minimize the clusterfuck that's going on right now. It's just my creative way of coping. If you like it, please let me know in the comments sections, there will be at least one more. ***** It became routine. Ok, so it was weird. But whenever one of us was ready, we would invite each other to what quickly became...
He entered the public washroom his eyes momentarily blinded by the harsh fluorescent lights reflecting off the stark white tiles. Looking down at the still wet floor he smelt the sharp, sweet tang of disinfectant and silently thanked whoever had recently cleaned. He hated the smell of piss and shit usually associated with such places. Looking across the ro...