I considered myself as a closet bi; I never had shown to my friends that I love guys. I once had girlfriends. But i left them coz am afraid of being committed or maybe of marrying at early time. I worked as a part timer in one of the fast food chain in our city. Things gone smooth until our new manager arrived. He is handsome that you can't keep your eyes off to this lovely creature. He is not...
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controlone As Riff dragged his totally spent body toward his apartment his eyes focused on his door. Outside under the breezeway awning, sitting on the cement stoop, leaning against his door, all huddled up, sound asleep; there was Caleb. Riff didn’t know whether to slap him or scold him or hug him or slug him. Instead he just shook his head. Riff got his key ready and as he came up to...
My return to the world took place at night, one in which the moon was all but full. I was not expected at the apartment complex where everyone seems to know too much about everyone else's business. I had been out of circulation by choice for a year and three months. They were long punishing months and the only sexual outlet had been self-gratification. I watched porn. Or, I just recalled...
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As Bryce continued to babble C took his foot off the prostrate man’s cervical vertebrae. C turned once more toward the others and pointed one finger at them. They knew instantly to stay put till he was far, far away. -------------------------------------------- C put his arm around Riff’s waist and guided him to Dottie’s parking lot. He led Riff to a stretch limo. The driver raced...
Suddenly Riff was electrified. From the very moment C walked into his life he’d brought only unbridled joy and amazing adventure. Riff felt his empty life suddenly fill to overflowing. He wondered what new exciting exploits C had in store for him. He had no idea… No idea at all. ------------------------------------------ The inside of Dottie’s was fantastic, mirrored balls, go-go boys...
Chapter 4—That Night controlone It took Riff an hour to calm himself enough to do any work. He was exhausted and happy and very confused. He couldn’t think about anything but C. C was in his head; C was in his heart; C was everywhere. The more Riff thought the more he wanted to be with C; to love him; hell, to worship him. He’d never felt anything like this. He’d never imagined...
Cutting Trees (True Story) Last week I had three very large trees cut in my back yard. I wasn’t home when the owner of the tree cutting company came to give me an estimate two weeks ago, so I hadn’t met him until he and his crew of men showed up to do the work. I was almost speechless when I came home from work to oversee the work and met the owner for the first time. In a word, he was...
Chapter 3—His Return controlone@adelphia.net On Wednesday morning Riff and Caleb stayed in bed playing till almost eight, then they got up and showered together. They went to Denny’s for breakfast. Before the girl took their order Caleb went to the counter, got three quarts of orange juice and two glasses, and brought them back to the table. He smiled at Riff, “I know how this looks,...
Copyright for this story belongs to and remains with the author. I don’t have any major objection to my work being re-distributed, but ASK FIRST!!! This is a gay adult story with the consequent language and images. If homosexuality and/or sexually explicit themes offend you then do not continue. If these are illegal in your area, then you have my sympathy, but you proceed at your own risk. ...
THE TWELVE MAIDENS Short story be Michael Gouda “Dancing is forbidden on the Sabbath,” said Brian, reading from the guidebook. He stood, in the warmth of the summer evening, amidst the blue meadow cranesbills and the creamy-white meadow-sweet. Their almond scent loaded the air so that it seemed drenched with sweetness. Joe looked over the hedge at the field beyond. There was a group of...
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By Morgan Blackthorne Chapter 1 Hard Facts Jake awoke in a cold sweat, cool air gently brushing over his immobilized, naked, body. There was a faint scent in the room, musky, sweet, enticing. His awareness crept slowly towards the surface of conscious reality. The room was all white. Light seemed to emanate from the very walls, floor and ceiling. It was a soft glow that seemed too...
Ely slid his body off Greg and lay beside him. Greg felt like a massive boulder had just lifted off him but still he couldn't move. He could only follow Ely with his eyes and Ely's eyes stayed connected to Greg's. Greg had never felt so weak. He knew he couldn't move a muscle no matter how much he wanted to. All he could do was look into those damn eyes! "None of what you read or heard about...
Greg felt like skipping down the street but of course he didn't. An 18 year old skipping would be crazy, but that's how good he felt. Not only did he just get his butt fucked (some guy who came in for an oil change - Greg didn't even ask his name), but also he'd just made a big decision. He was going to run away from home. He didn't have an actual day picked out yet, and he didn't know exactly...
Before you started reading this concluding installment, I just want to remind you it’s a long, erotic sci-fi story as well as a sci-fi themed erotic story. You have to go deep for the explicit, if that all you want. This is the longest installment. You’ve been warned, again! Je’ro’s Chosen, part 4-The conclusion! This new translation of the Book of Gimbe, from the ancient Beruutite text...
Before you started reading this story, same warning as before. Je’ro’s Chosen, part 3 The bombardment of the southern perimeter began early one morning; the flames and smoke writhing like heaven bound rivers. The city was a cacophony of alarms, screams, and resounding detonations. The breeze brought a subtle fragrance thru my garden window: sweet blossoms and burning flesh. The palace...
Hot Frottage session: Clash of the Titans “Huge” is the only way I could describe his thighs, like tree trunks, monument pillars, these things were amazing. “He” is a body builder I met at my local gym a couple months ago. He was 6” 2 235 lbs of pure black muscle. His muscle had that soft puffy look like an off-season bodybuilder before they cut down on their carb intake before...
The high afternoon sun was shattered by the myriad of tangled and gnarled branches overhead. It might have been bearable had there been leaves on those branches, but this part of the forest was dead and gray. The stench of rot hung on the air, a sure sign of the evil I had been hired to hunt. I clutched the sword at my side restlessly, my crystal blue eyes darting every direction at once as my...
…He wasn’t going to have it though. In his time, it was his money. He reached behind him, pulled out his wallet, took money out and threw it on the floor in front of my face. “You see that Jared? That is why you’re doing this; you will work for it, you will get only as much as I think your ass is worth!” “Yes Sir, I will. This is my job and I am here to please the one who gives me my...
This story is the property of the author. All copyrights belong to the author. If you have the chance, please check out my other stories under titles beginning with "redneck", Toby Keith, etc. This story was a new venue for me. Please let me know what you think about any of my writings. E-mail is kpg111061@aol.com, Kenneth Alone but Not Alone… What are you doing alone? Why are you...
Major Fantasy All pertinent disclaimers apply. This is pure fantasy but the object of it is very, very real. As near as I can judge, he's maybe 6-foot 1 or 2, late 30’s to early 40’s and way easy on the eyes. He frequently has a pair of roller blades slung over his ample left shoulder; and reciprocates my smile and barely audible "good morning" with direct eye contact and an expression...
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