***Myles appears in my Mason series. This story is a part of the "In'DaMan'd" Universe.*** The steady rhythm of the treadmill calmed Myles, it eradicated all of his thoughts and stresses. All he had to do was just keep running forward. Every so often his concentration would falter and Mason would slip into his mind. He couldn't make sense of his feelings a...
Still no sex but a tiny smidgeon of play. Barely anything. Next chapter is a bit better so hang in there. *-*-* Chapter 3 When I get to the end of the driveway I hesitate for a second not knowing which way to turn. I'm pretty sure we came from the left so I turn in the direction. I put my head down and watch the pavement as I fiddle though my bag to call...
Author's notes: I really wasn't happy with my last chapter. I was in a rush to upload it and I think that shows in how clipped the conversation is, especially with Nate; maybe in time I will post a revised version on the site, but in the meantime I am trying to finish what I've got. Secondly, this time round, I've needed to insert some plot, so there's littl...
Ken had just finished the last aerobics class of the day and was wiping down the various apparatus, when he noticed one of his newer students hanging around the empty gym. "Can I give you a hand?" asked the handsome young kid. "Sure," Ken replied, tossing the him a towel, "I'd appreciate it!" "Your class was a real bitch! I mean, I don't think I've ever...
Despite the story taking place in a high school setting all characters in this story are 18 or over. ***** I remember that day so vividly; The blazing heat from the sun and wiping the sweat from my forehead, as I ran my hand through my dark brown hair which was usually nice and soft, but was now damp from sweat. "What the fuck," I thought to myself. It w...
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. All characters are eighteen years of age, especially the non-human one. Enjoy. Because the lunch hour was split into 'A' and 'B' sections, Jim Goldberg and Will Durante had to wait a half hour to take their usual seats on the bleachers. They brought their lunches with them, of course, but it wasn't the sorry c...
It's a hot Saturday afternoon and I'm driving home from work. Just past the train station I see a kid hitch-hiking. I recognise him. It's Kirk, a boy who was on the local under-15 basketball team when I was assistant coach a few years back. He must be 18 or 19 now. He looks a bit like one of those skater types – long blond hair under a baseball cap, shapeles...
How I got persuaded to do a series of presentations in Nevada in July I really don't know, nor why anyone would want to round up delegates for such an event in high summer, is anybody's guess, we're talking 110° F/ 43°C in the daytime. However, on balance, there are good reasons to be happy it took place. At least the choice of hotels is excellent in Las Ve...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consentual or reluctant sex. Hi! My pen name is Kyrus, I'm a 20-year-old bi curious male from Australia and this is my first literary work of any kind. This is the partially true story of when I put my curiosity of sucking another bloke's dick to rest. I took it to Craigslist and found a good-looking straight...
Early morning last summer, I decided to be proactive and go for a run along the cycling/running track along the beach near where I worked. Arrived at the beach carpark early at around 5am with the sun beginning to rise over the water. I was pretty much the only person around as I set off to punch out a few kilometres before I had to get to work for the day...