LGBT Stories

Part One

Plainclothesman Lije Baley awoke with a start. He’d had the dream again, and as before woke bathed in sweat — frightened, breathing hard — yet with an aching erection.

Why must he dream about Daneel? And why this same dream, over and over?

Baley was on his way home to Earth via hyperspace, having successfully solved the question of who on the planet Aurora had incapacitated — or caused its “brain-freeze,” as the robotisists have it — of the humaniform robot Jander. In doing so, he had also saved his own career. But more important, his investigative triumph had saved Earth and paved the way for further space colonization by Earth’s billions.

Baley’s sometime humaniform partner R. Daneel Olivaw (the “R” was for robot) was accompanying him on the flight, just as he had when Baley had been sent on his journey from Earth to Aurora. Although Daneel was doing so officially as Baley’s protector, there was little if any reason to believe this was strictly necessary. But Auroran protocol demanded it, and Baley suspected that Daneel wished to act in this capacity in order to spend a little more time with him. A robot cannot, of course, feel love or even a smaller emotion like friendship, but in his own mechanical fashion, Daneel considered himself Lije Baley’s friend. On some obscure level, Baley’s presence gave the robot a kind of pleasure through the artificial construct of his positronic brain.

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I had been imprisoned for attempting to kill Caesar. I was to be sentenced in the morning. I sat in my stone cell waiting for the dawn. I had been betrayed by Cervious, someone I thought my friend. But now I’m here waiting to die. The early evening came and I heard the cell door opening. A large guard came in to give me my food. He was massive, about 6′4″ and muscular. His large thighs were covered in dark fur. I gazed up at him. He had a ruggedly handsome face under his full beard. His large arms crossed as he watched me. I ate quickly knowing that he may pull it away from me at any time. But I kept finding myself looking at his powerful form. Those sumptuous legs beckoned at me. I wanted to touch him so desperately. To have one last moment of pleasure before death came. He sensed my desire as he watched me. He pulled my food away.

“No more for you, for you die tomorrow” He growled.

I grabbed at his arm to reach for the food. It knocked him off balance. He fell over the skirt that covered his loins pulled up and I saw a large lump in garments. I fell on him, my face landing at his upper thigh. The rough hair raked at my face. I looked up to see the large mass pulse. I was about to grab for it when he pulled away from me. He hit me and pushed me down again.

“Touch a roman guard will you” He growled.

“When I come back later I will teach you a lesson boy”

With that he picked up the plate and walked out closing the door behind him.

About 3 hours later I was starting to fall asleep on the fur rug below my when the guard came back. He flung open the door, and quickly grabbed me. He lifted his garment and shove my face in his groin. I could smell the sweat rising off his crotch.

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I was on the computer today and I was hoping that my friend David would be on the ICQ. We have only recently met … and I mean only very recently … like it’s been only 3 days or so. And already I am infatuated. Totally. Irreversibly. I don’t know what to do. I’m married. I’m respected in my community. Yet I fantasize being with David all day and every day. He sent me a snapshot of himself only 2 days ago by email. I can’t get over how wonderful he looks. This is the man who says that he is also obsessed with me. I fantasize shopping with him and not only making love to him or having him make love to me. I fantasize trekking through the Grand Canyon with him. Yet I live overseas. I have a wonderful life now. Yet I fantasize. Totally illogically. Totally selfish. Yet totally real.
My children are in the kitchen at the moment washing dishes. I go into the kitchen to see if there is something that perhaps I can throw together for supper. I decide to use the leftover spaghetti sauce and add some meat, make a soup and then my daughter starts to yell at me. She doesn’t want that for supper … she doesn’t want this for supper … she … she … What am I supposed to do? I am so totally frustrated with all of this shit. What’s it all for? Perhaps this is why I can get so disillusioned as to what my life is all about.

So I go back to my computer. I have been waiting for another letter from David. I log on and check. Zilch. So I sit and I fantasize. I am staring at the screen … Wait. What is that weird feeling overcoming me? I can’t seem to …
“Todd? Todd? Are you there?”
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I am alone and sitting at my computer. The game I have been playing with has begun to bore me, yet I continue for a while for lack of something else to do. My mind begins to wander from sheer boredom. Suddenly, without warning an unusual window appears on my screen: “Incoming materialization … please designate destination” and the “Save As” window appears. I stare at the screen in total confusion. I tell the computer to save in my Fun Stuff folder. I double click on the executable file and the computer installs this strange program. I then ask the computer to run the program. My room begins to fill with an unusual blue incandescent light and then returns to normal. I continue to play my game, stupefied at the occurrence. I play for a few seconds and I feel a pushing at my crotch and a sensation of someone’s hands playing there. Before I know it, my zipper begins to come down and I feel a force at my crotch. I then feel an invisible hand pulling at my underwear, pulling it down below my waist. And then, a sucking sensation on my cock. I give in to this unusual nice feeling and start to relax. I swing my arms around in thin air but feel nothing.

The sucking continues. An illusive force is giving me a blow job. Before I know it, something is pulling at my hand and it pulls it away from the keyboard and I feel the familiar sensation of a cock in my hand, yet I see nothing. I decide to play with this “visitor” and put my mouth where my hand is, yet I feel nothing. To my astonishment, I feel an invisible mouth covering my lips and I just continue to enjoy the strange sensations. I decide to continue to play games with my strange visitor. I get undressed and lie on the carpet with my face up and my mouth wide open. I was correct, I feel his cock in my mouth yet see nothing. A wonderful feeling. I am sucking and I feel the thickness, the volume of his thick cock, yet, no skin.

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TIME: 6:45 AM YEAR: 2010

You are in your room sitting in front of the computer, gazing at your Netviewer, deciding on which program you would like to run today. Your eyes flit from icon to icon, wondering which icon to choose. You are confused. Indecisive. You take a zip of your nectar and begin your search anew. A decision has been made. Rather than click on the Action icon, you choose Entertainment in its stead and, with MegaPentium speed, the screen goes blank and then 15 hunk icons appear, each in their proper positions on your screen. You decide on A-571 today.

The icon immediately turns into a young man who begins to undress for you right before your eyes.

He is just getting down to taking off his briefs when suddenly a voice comes over the speakers, urging you to immediately undress yourself and adds something strange about “teleportation”. You do not know where the voice is coming from or what teleportation is. This has never happened before. You click on A-349 and ask him if it is he who is speaking with you. Instead of answering you, he begins to stroke his enlarged cock. You try to touch him but you cannot. He is only an icon. As you progress through the other icons on the screen, asking each in their turn who it is who is speaking with you, the voice once again urges you to undress and remain next to your computer.

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PART ONE

He was an old soul, wary of the life he was living, or rather the world that he survived in. There was a time when the world was his for the taking. That time seemed like ages ago. It was ages ago or decades at least. He looked in the mirror and then laughed at himself. Even after so many years of having been embraced by darkness, sometimes he still forgot that he would never be able to see his reflection again. His chuckles came out deep almost baritone and bounced throughout his bedroom in a harsh forcefulness tone.

“Lord, look at your face! Your eyeliner is all wrong!” A woman shrieked as she walked over to him quickly. Wetting the tip of her finger with her saliva she pointed it towards his eye to wipe at the black smudge make-up. Her dark blonde hair was long and tied wistfully back into an elegant bun as her long, casual red dress fell just below her knees. The lines on her face giving away her age of when he had turned her into what he was, what she now was. She was his mother after all and she deserved eternity too.

“It’s fine! Ewe, get off of me!” He commanded and she listened. He was the king, the boss and what he said went. She rolled her eyes in brief defiance before turning around and leaving his chambers. He could hear her complaining to his best friend William, who was too busy trying to catch flies with his mouth to really pay her any attention. After so many years it still puzzled Rip as to how Willy could find such pleasure in such simple activities.
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Kyle slowly pulled him self up through the fog towards reality, fighting the blurry mugginess that threatened to keep him asleep. His face stuck to the pillow from saliva, and he groaned as the pillow pulled away.

“Oh, shit.” He mumbled, shaking as he rolled to a sitting position. The room swam in his eyes, and his stomach rolled. The afternoon sun shown blindingly in the window, and he raised his hand weakly to shield himself.

Unsure of whether or not he needed to urinate or throw up, he rose unsteadily to his feet and headed for the bathroom. Every muscle in his body ached, and his head pounded.

Kyle was a gymnast, and possessed a body that looked like chiseled rock. He stood 5′ 10″ and weighed 176 lbs., all of it power. His events were the rings and the floor exercise, and he had medalled in several amateur events.
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The life of a caravan guard consists of stretches of boredom
attentuated by the necessity of alertness, punctuated with frantic,
life-threatening activity. I spent most of my time on the road
training and keeping in combat form, so when the inevitable attack came,
I could take out enough of the bandits with my fists and hooves to
pick up a hearty slave bounty, or use my horn and just bring in the
heads off the corpses. I had originally intended to be a knight, as I
was one of those later sons of large noble houses. I had had
disagreements of several kinds with my sponsor, however, finally
culminating in me being tossed out with all the necessary training,
but no armor, weapons, or title.

Mercenary work was the obvious career choice for me. It paid
well, but I missed out on the perks of the nobility that I would have
had were I dubbed knight. Merchants were the next step down the
social ladder; they had money, money meant trade, trade meant
caravans, and caravans meant bandits. That’s where I came in.

The weather had been horrible for the last two days. Solid,
spattering, dark rain making it impossible to see even to the next
hill. We were only three hours from Shastar, our final destination,
when nightfall came. It was difficult to keep to the road in the
sliver of moonlight, but the owner wanted desperately to press on and
spend the evening in the city rather than miserable out here. I
couldn’t blame him.
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I first saw the alien when I dropped in at the Gay Nineties club
after a hard day at the Minneapolis Grain Exchange. It was not
too unusual to see aliens on T.V. these days: Earth had been
discovered by the expanding interstellar civilization three years
earlier, in 1993, but Minneapolis was still far enough off the
main commercial routes to make an alien appearance in person a
rare event.

Oh, I knew about the alien trade delegation in town, of course-
how could I have missed it with all the publicity? Minnesota had
been suffering chronically depressed conditions in its agricul-
tural and mining industries for decades-the governor and the
mayors of the state’s two largest cities, along with leading
members of the local business establishments were giving the
forthcoming conference all the hoopla they could muster. It had
even been a hot topic of conversation in my own grain futures
firm, where I had worked since graduating from college four years
ago. Still, I had hardly expected to get off work at ten in the
evening and find one of the aliens in a gay bar!

I had long been interested in this particular species of alien
because of its resemblance to a certain domestic animal I had a
thing about. Unfortunately, the domestic animal was too small to
do much with without doing it serious injury and its larger
relatives were much too dangerous to fool around with.
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The horse’s hooves skittered for a moment on the thick crust of ice before
breaking through into the snow. It was a bitter, cold night to be outside the
dwellings of men, between the kingdoms of Vergas and Drur, but Hilasko had
no home now. His world had thrown him out. And though he had agreed to
his own carefully planned betrayal, still Hilasko seethed inside. Perhaps the
hot anger alone was the only thing that kept his blood from freezing solid.

Days before, Hilasko had been the rising star of the Riverbend garrison.
He had climbed in mere months from a patrol leader to an officer of the
Pelaran free mercenaries. It was *her* doing, Hilasko reminded himself. She
planned his rise and engineered his fall.

T’Pala was an officer of the Pelaran free mercenaries, the company of
warriors exiled from Pelara when Drur forcibly annexed the border territory
nine years previously. They served Vergas, Hilasko’s kingdom, for pay and the
promise of some day recovering their homes. T’Pala was known for cold,
efficient cruelty, deadly feats of espionage, the swordsmanship of a master,
and the bitterness of a name taken from a village razed and burned years
before by the Drur invaders.
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I knew what to expect when I entered the gladiator’s barracks,
thrust in naked and collared the first night. The racks of beds were
about three-quarters full, and most beds had at least two slaves in
them. Some were sleeping, readying themselves for training the next
day; others lay moving atop their moaning bunkmates, taking their
pleasure either brutally, or with a savage, loving passion. In the
far corner I noted six of them holding a recalcritant man over a bed;
a tusked half-orc holding each limb, a slim but well-muscled elf
keeping a blanket in his mouth to stifle his screams, and an eight
foot tall Minotaur - not including horns - bent over, pumping into him
with his huge bull’s penis.
That didn’t concern me right now, my imminent challenge did.
Scanning the room, it became obvious who would be the first to give me
trouble. A broad, yet lean Orc stood, brushing aside the two human
youths he had licking at his feet, and approached me. His gait was
measured, his collar was iron where mine was silver. He stood
balanced, and leered, approaching me deliberately so as to stand too
close to me for mental comfort. I felt no need to speak. I knew I
had an audience, and it was time to perform, just as I would
eventually perform in the arena. I centered, and slapped a palm into
his chest playfully, shoving him back five feet, knocking him down.
He got up and charged, the stupidest thing he could have done.
It wasn’t a bad charge, but it ended with him slamming into the floor
at a goodly speed. I took my motion, and let it propel me downward
to slam a finishing fist into his gut. I stepped over him into the
room, listening to him grunt and gasp for breath that wasn’t going to
come for a while. The air of challenge was gone from the room, and I
noticed quite a few smiles from my audience.

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It was late one summer afternoon and a hot wind swirled around Ricky as he raced up to kick the black and white soccer ball into the goal Matthew had painted on the backyard fence. Ricky’s body was sweaty and his t-shirt and blue soccer pants stuck to him as he ran.

This was a simple `one-on-one’ game between he and Matthew. There were no rules except that which ever one of them kicked the ball into the `goal’ got two points. That person also got a free kick to try and get an extra point. But to get that extra point he had to try and kick the ball from about twenty feet away into the goal marked on the fence.

This was Ricky’s last attempt at a free kick. If he got this one point he would finally beat Matthew who had won the last two times they’d played the game.

“Hey Ricky, it’s getting late we gotta go inside soon, so you better make this kick a good one, or I’ll beat you again,” teased Matthew.
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It was a very warm night and Ricky sat alone in his darkened bedroom dressed only in his cotton undies. His little fist tried to rub some of the sleep out of his eyes as he hunched over the keyboard of his computer.

**YOU’VE GOT MAIL** the machine boomed out loudly. Startled by the sudden noise in the quiet room, Ricky jumped to turn the volume down. ‘Geeze’, he thought, ‘that was waaay too loud…hope Mom didn’t hear it.’ He tilted his head in the dark and held his breath while listening for the little sounds which would tell him if his mom was on her way to his room:

Nothing.

Relieved, he ran his fingers through his dark hair and sighed a bit. ‘Damn, that was a close one…I don’t wanna be grounded again.’ Ricky was supposed to have been in bed hours ago on this school night. But he just *had* to see if there were any nice new pics in the newsgroup, or if his special friends had left any messages for him. He decided to check the mail first before connecting to his favorite internet newsgroup.
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Part One: Loyalty

Sampson awoke in his bed with a soothing feeling against his face. His
eyes opened to find the window open, the cool air and rainy mist
blowing into the bedroom of his apartment. He turned and looked over
to see Jamie, laying peacefully, the covers all around. Sampson
quickly sat up and stood from the covers, grabbing a pair of sweat
pants from the top of his hamper and a white t-shirt from the floor.
He quickly turned and sat against his desk chair, putting on a pair of
socks from his drawer and typing his jogging shoes’ laces.

Sampson stood up and glanced to Jamie, then turned and walked to the
front door, opened it, grabbed his keys, put them in his pocket, and
closed the door behind him.

Sampson ran avidly down the grassy terrain, his eyes on the wet grass
and darkened tree trunks, the leaves scattering around with each gust
of wind. As he ran his eyes looked to the distance, seeing the
beautiful treescape in the far away distance. Sampson ran as he felt
something hit his leg, or perhaps he hit it, and before he could catch
his balance he had fallen onto the dirty path. He hit the wet leaves
on his side and skid, sliding onto the hill, and tumbling down.

The branches, leaves, and other debris rubbed against his face and
body with each roll, until he could feel rocks and the nothing–
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Heavy breathing, a grunt of pleasure and a wet feeling deep inside, it was the story of Wally’s life. Being a hustler was not easy work, but without it he couldn’t survive. His latest trick was a guy who picked him up off his spot by the docks. Wally brought him back to his usual base, the Mahoney Motel. All the dock boys used it because it wasn’t far from the spot. At 5’ 11” with dusty blond hair, a swimmers build and a boyish face, Wally was a hit with the guys who wanted a twink. The 21 year old had been hustling for 3 years now, ever since his dad beat and kicked him out of the house.

It wasn’t Wally’s fault that he was a noisy lover but common sense didn’t let him know that when being fucked by another boy from school, in your room, in your father’s house you should try to muffle your screams. His father walked in to see Wally’s friend Dirk, plowing his ass from behind.

He went hysterical and beat them both, well Dirk got away, so Wally really got it. That night he was kicked out of the house and had to stay with a couple friends for some weeks until they too got tired of him and he had to leave. He took to hitchhiking, his ass the payment for much of his passage. He went through a number of town’s and cities until he stopped in Trenton.
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Part 1: Gary, Social Worker

The year was 2015, and Social Services in the UK had certainly changed since I was younger. I am now 70 years old, and as I am on my own they have arranged for a care worker to call in once or twice a week to help with the housework, etc.

When my care program was first arranged, a nice young man came round to my flat and filled in some forms. He asked me all sorts of questions, including optional ones such as my sexual orientation, if I had a partner, etc.

I then got another visit from this young man, who said that modern medical thinking was that people live longer, and have less health problems, if they are able to enjoy sex regularly. As I didn’t have a partner, he inquired if I would like some help in this area.
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Greg Nerd was what is often referred to in England as an `anorak’, or indeed, a `nerd’. He wore spectacles, often had his head deep inside a boring book and recited facts and figures which sent everyone around him to sleep.

If anyone made a mistake, Greg would correct them down to the minutest detail. He was rather like the character known as Roy Cropper in the British soap, Coronation Street.

However one evening as Greg was cycling along a country lane (he’d never dream of owning a car as it adds to the `greenhouse effect’), he saw strange a light in the sky, and it got bigger and bigger. There was no noise, but as the light got nearer it became so bright it almost blinded him.
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I am Henrich Astor; my family is as old as the Carpathians that has
housed them through all these centuries. I am twenty years old long blonde
hair blue eyes one hundred eighty - five pounds. My father from a very
early age has taught to me self-sufficient and to hunt in these dark woods
what I need for my survival. My reputation in the village is renown and
they simply refer to me as the huntsman. I tell you all of this to say
this, my family being a wealthy nobles live in a manor house in the
Carpathians and have always maintained a deep friendship with the town
below. For it is from them that we prosper and from us they receive their
protection. My father, of course, the Baron Astor was a consummate hunter
and had been hunting a creature so vile that it now turns my stomach to
even think about him. His name is Blood Fang.

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