Sometimes, I feel like hell is right here on earth, and not in some distant subterranean realm like the Bible says. It's like an intense feeling , one that cannot be ignored. My name is Elroy Samson. Who am I? Just your average, everyday gorgeous six-foot-three, lean and athletic African-American homo fatale. Yes, I'm Black and Gay and totally proud of both....
On a shrimp boat trawler well out to sea, you and a big muscle-bound bruiser of questionable intellect are telling me while we are taking a coffee break in the trawler I'd signed on for my sophomore summer in college that the senior crew all have privileges with the new guy. Just an initiation—like crossing the equator for the first time. But more fun. What...
Peter clutched his few belongings to his chest, staring out the bus window as it zoomed through impossibly crowded streets. Despite his slight unease Peter was excited. No, Peter was ecstatic. This is what he'd always wanted! Getting away from his small town in the middle of nowhere. The chance to get a world class education but more importantly BE in the b...
I was always secretly fascinated with men. I am a man, so you could say there should be no surprises to be had, but of course everyone is different. We all have a penis and testicles. We all masturbate, and when we do, we produce something that goes by the glorious colloquial name of spunk. Technically semen. But spunk is dirtier. Naughtier. Semen is for imp...
Badger's flesh and blood. Following my introduction to Clive, who turned out to be Badger's younger brother, and who I wrote about in the last chapter, I do feel I am one of the luckiest guys in the world. Badger meant so much to me, and in compensating for all the sadness I have endured since he died, it seems Clive has fulfilled that space in my life, wh...
Hello, there. My name is Samuel Xavier. I have a story to share with you. I see a lot of Black men and white men these days at each other's throats. They fight over both Black women and white women. They fight over politics, real estate, race, sex and money. What if they joined forces? That's what this story is all about. Please read on. Ever since he was yo...
Henri Bragger looked around the seminar room at the World Bank symposium in Washington, D.C., giving a nod here and a little smile there. He was among old friends—or at least long-time colleagues. His own Swiss bank, the Banca Privata Reichstein, was one of the most reputable—and safest—banking institutions throughout the world. And he had been with the bank...
"Where are we going?" "To the summerhouse." "Summerhouse? Why?" "You'll see when we get there." "You're being very mysterious." He links his arm with mine and rests his head on my shoulder as we walk. I shake my arm free and wrap it around him, pulling him close to me. It is a beautiful day, the sun is shining, on its way down and there is a cool breeze...
Reader alert: this is not an erotic story I am conflicted about publishing this story. I do not mean, in any way, to trivialize the horrors a man like Julius would have dealt with. The idea came to me when I was half asleep, on a plane coming home from a meeting. I tried several times to tell it from Tom's point of view but I couldn't make it work. I am a...
You know all the usual stuff, don't read if it's illegal or you don't like sex or sex between two males offends you. All characters are purely fictional, and any likeness is coincidence. Joshua Glynn reserves all rights to this story, the characters, and the world they live in. Edited by Kumani _____________________________ Night Eternal Prologue: A Thief...