Thank you all who have been reading and following along. I always appreciate getting feedback. It helps with becoming a better writer and it’s always an ego boost, so feel free to reach out. I will always respond! The usual spiel: This isn’t a stroke story, (more porn with plot.) Be warned, it’s very long. 33+ chapters, which is why it was originally published under novels/novellas, but readers asked for it to be put under gay male due to content so here we go. To restate, this isn’t a stroke story, though it will get very erotic eventually. You have to stick with. Be warned, it’s very long. 30+ chapters……

Ch. 11 All Tied Up 11:23am on Wednesday, July 30th, 2003. Ninety-seven minutes before I was supposed to meet Jane for lunch. After the cryptic phone call, I had been through three cups of coffee and two of my emergency cigarettes. Brian looked at me in horror when he caught me smoking. For a few moments, he looked back and forth between my haggardly face and the pack of smokes on the bar, and then he sat down next to me, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it from the burning stick in my mouth. It was one of those mornings. Neither of us said anything for awhile. We sat…

This story ran a little long so I’ve broken it up into parts. *** This was a whole new experience in this summer of 1993, because while I had been sent to spend the summer with my Grandma every year since Grandpa died four years ago, things had changed around the old farmhouse. Grandma had a boyfriend, and I know that the term sounds funny when you attach it to a man that was in his mid-sixties like my grandmother, but that’s what he was. My mother didn’t know about it and I think that was because Grandma was embarrassed about it. I don’t think that I would have been…

He took a long slow breath as he stepped onto the cracked concrete. His first free breath in almost six years and he savored it. His wide chocolate brown nostrils flared, his eyes closed, Neville Sinclair was a free man again. With his long thick arms stretched up above his head he raised to the tip toes of his black leather construction boots and let the breath out with an almost feral grunt. It felt good not to touch the ceiling, or the walls on either side of him, a privilege the 6’5″ 240 pound bruiser lusted over on the inside. He had goose bumps he was so excited, the…

I missed Kells. Which was darkly amusing in the level of bizarre that statement really was. We had barely gotten to know one another, been on one real date. It might have been more truthful to say I missed the idea of him, but even so, I missed what I did know about him. I missed his eyes and how they looked at me. I missed his sultry voice calling me Joshy, a nickname I had never accepted from anyone before. I missed his big arms wrapped around me while we made out. I missed the chance to be bold. I missed the hope that I could be desirable. Wanted.…

***** This story is not an essential part of the Will/Jesse timeline, and involves non-consensual sex between Frost and Jesse. If you don’t enjoy this kind of content, I would advise you not to read it. ***** Special thanks to Holliday1960 for picking up the typos, and giving me feedback on this exceptionally long piece of fiction. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Jesse leaned one hand against the wall and rested his forehead against the bricks, waiting to see if he’d throw up. The hot feeling was in his head, the bitterness of bile at the back of…

I first discovered my bi side way back in high school. I have talked to other bi and gay guys and found out that their first experiences went pretty much like mine, so I am going to relate my how my first three-way came about. I had known Brad for about 2 years. I was 24 at the time and he was older, around 35. We had met through a gay and bi site and hit it off immediately. We became fast friends and when we finally met face to face we really hit it off and became wonderful lovers. I am a bottom and have tried top but found…

I loved the smell of the laundry room. Located on the bottom floor of our college dorm it has that warm fresh smell that contrasts sharply with the wintery chill outside. It also gives me a chance to meet other students since I keep my head crammed in a book up in the dorm most of the time. Oh, it’s not because I’m a bookworm. Being on the swim team, I try to pack in more courses during the off season so I can have a light load during swim meets. And the chill in the air signals it’s off season. “Hi Steve. Where’s Todd?” It was Julie from Chemistry…

For almost twenty years I have been going on twice annual trips with a group of guys from my college days. Each spring and fall we rent a remote cabin for a week and go on our fishing trips. Very little fishing gets done any more. These trips have become our getaways from the stress of our high pressure careers and everyday lives. Truth is the trips are more about, drinking, cigar smoking and playing poker without our wives’ complaints. The first time we went was only two years after graduation. There were fifteen of us and only two were married then. As the rest of us married most of…

This is a short story (for me!) and the second and final chapter will be up tomorrow, but there are related m/f stories on the way as well. * * * * * * James “So how are things with Gary then?” I asked Cassie, taking a sip of my beer. She pulled a face that implied a lot, but said, “We’re good. It’s all fine.” “But?” I questioned. “It gets a bit samey after a while… Sometimes it feels like we are just good mates who happen to sleep together now and again.” “So I take it that you aren’t getting much sex these days then?” I laughed, and…