Disclaimer: This is an Adult Gay Story. If you are not of age in your country, or if it is against the law for you to read this story, please don't read this. Any comments or constructive criticism are welcome. SANJAY: My friend Salim was the most gorgeous person I'd ever seen. He was six foot tall, strong built, very straight, a real lad and he had a clas...
It was only after I had fucked him senseless that I remembered why it was that he seemed familiar. I had seen the boy before, the night before in fact, at that little club by the docks. He had stood, slim and blonde and heartbreakingly beautiful, with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth, at the entrance when I had gone in. I had only glanced at him as I pas...
It's after the game and after he's showered. I've turned in the stats for the official record and the team has showered and bustled off in shouts of bravado and victory to the favorite "we've won" watering hole. It's just him, staying behind now. Waiting for me. Knowing that I'd be there. Having told me that I'd be there. I've asked him to put on the tight...
[I've been searching in the woods and high upon the hills Just to find my samurai Someone who won't regret, to keep me in his net Yes I need my samurai] +{Kasper's Den}+ Part 9 [By Emri and Xelos] I accidentally saw something I wasn't supposed to see. Amir had left early for class. He wanted to get some things done so he could be back in time to tak...
In the late '90s I was teaching art classes at a couple of different colleges in a mid-sized Midwestern city, piecing together a minimal living from adjunct teaching gigs and trying without much success to get my own artwork into some galleries. I was in my mid-twenties, feeling good about being independent, but living at a distance from most of my friends a...
Author's note: These stories are some of my first attempts and are at least 20 years old. They were written for a story sharing site. While they're not Tolstoy, they're not entirely horrible. Maybe someone will enjoy them. Just be gentle with your judgments, please. ***** 1) Daddy's Boy There was a young guy that I knew from the gym whose name was Ed. In...
Justine falls deeper into her new life and enjoys new experiences. "You don't have to wear them to work baby, "Daddy said handing me a small rectangle shaped box. My heart fluttered. Daddy was always surprising me with gifts. With trembling hands, I opened the box to find pearls. A pearl choker and matching earrings. "You like them?" "Oh Daddy. I love th...
I noticed my hand shaking as I reached for the door and stopped to pull myself together. I couldn't believe I was doing this. I kept thinking if I was so scared how's he feeling. Poor little guy. But then this is what he'd wanted. He's my college roomie and at 5' 6" he really is just a little guy, but cute as a button. At least I think so. Me? I tower above...
"We shall say nothing of this." "No, I shan't," I murmured as I panted. I didn't think I could count on the tall black man with the slender body, big hands, big feet, and the long cock to stay silent among his peers about what he could get from an English youth, someone from the white farm owner's family. But that was not my problem. Gashirai, the gardener...
The Day After: 2 Beep... Beep... Beep... Beep... I woke up, startled by my alarm clock. I threw my arm down towards my nightstand to quiet the shrill sound with my hand. My eyes opened to meet the familiar sight of my ceiling fan. After the last day's events it was comforting to find myself in familiar territory. I turned my head to the empty space beside...