Author: gayboi769

Forbidden Desires-Part 11 Rodger

Rodger stands in total silence as the fires around him are put out and damage reversed by the four he had crossed the Veil with.

All the years he’d known Prince Fernando as a friend and loyal servant, never had Rodger suspected that the Prince of Rosa was gay in nature or that he would have bonded to someone from the other side. The idea of both made his skin crawl to some degree, but none as much as the latter. He shudders at the thought of telling the King and Queen both new facts he had stumbled upon but knew that it had to be done.

“Did anyone manage to place a tracker on either of them?” Rodger says, as his eyes stay fixed on the spot Fernando and his unsavory mate once stood.

“I managed to, Commander,” Stella says as she confronts him. “Just barely, but I was able to place one on the savage.”

“Exhalent,” Rodger says, taking in Stella. She was a woman of blonde hair and pale skin, roots of an immigrant to Rosa Providence from somewhere across the Atlantic. Read more »

Forbidden Desires-Part 10

The rain stops but everything is still gray in Seattle, from the outfits on the people to sidewalks wet and grayer than before the rain began. It isn’t depressing though, everything is fresh in nature and Pike Place Market is booming as it usually is on a Sunday afternoon. Me and Fernando watch a lifeless salmon together being tossed between two men that man the central seafood vender. The crowd that has formed claps and takes pictures of it.

“People come from all around to watch them do that,” I say as we walk away.

“What a weird and interesting ritual,” Fernando says, smiling as he takes a bite out of a meat stuffed roll.

“That it is,” I say, smiling. “I used to come here every summer with the family at least once, it was one of my favorite things to see them do. How are you liking your pirozhki?”

“I’m loving it,” he says around another bite. “I don’t think I’ve had anything like it before.”

“I know right,” I chuckle as I eat some of my own piroshki. “It’s one of my favorite things to get at Pike Place.” Read more »

Forbidden Desires-Part 6 Elsewhere

Outside Alonso and Fernando’s Vision

Queen Maria and King Alejandro sit still in their thrones, side by side. Two mighty jaguar cats, the size of horses, sit at their feet with their heads facing outward. They are being painted for a new portrait to be placed in the castle’s great hall, beside the other portraits of kings and queens sitting side by side with their guardian jaguars.

“Do you think he’s almost done,” Queen Maria whispers between barely moving lips.

“Hopefully my dear,” King Alejandro answers back. “I’m told he’s quite well established in royal portraits with speedy ease. He’s been doing it for forty years, I’ve been told by Lord Gonzalez of Montre.”

“He must be fast then,” Queen Maria clucks. “Forty years and not dead by the hand of a single royal. Many died for lack of speed.”

And it was true. It was a risky business to be a painter of royalty. If you painted a nose too big or a breast too small or didn’t cut out a mole, death could come swiftly. Royalty were vain fickle people. Read more »

Forbidden Desires-Part 5 M/M

I punch in the code to the studio duplex and hold the door open for Fernado who smiles warmly. Grabbing his hand I lead him up two flights of stairs and when I get to my studio door I fumble with the keys trying to open the door.

Fernando is the first guy I’ve had over in a very long time and I hope beyond anything that my place is clean enough. That there aren’t dirty clothes where dirty clothes shouldn’t be, but knowing me there more than likely is dirty shirts in the living room or possibly littering my bedroom floor.

The door finally opens and I flip up the light switch as we enter, closing the door behind us. My studio is mildly messy and I can’t help but blush as Fernando takes in the living room with its small blue couch facing the tv with the coffee table dividing the two. A plate from last night’s dinner still sits out but he ignores it.

“This is where you live?” he asks.

I think it’s more to himself than me but I answer yes anyway. Read more »

Forbidden Desires-Part 4 M/M

It isn’t raining anymore as I make the trip to Gossip, just a block away from my studio apartment.

Gossip is the only gay bar in Bellingham and it is possibly the straightest gay bar that any member of the LGBTQ community could ever attend. This is due in part to the fact that straight women often find it as a safe haven from the unwanted male gazes, but lately the men have caught on. It’s also one of the only bars/dance clubs that plays actually good music, adding to the place’s attraction to straight clientele.  On multiple occasions I’ve hit on straight men, thankfully they took it with stride and it didn’t end with a black eye or worse.

Because it’s before ten, two hours prior to be exact, there isn’t the entry free of $5. The tables, the pool table, the bar counter, and the dance floor show no signs of Fernando yet and so I take a seat at one of the high rise tables under a purple light. Read more »

Forbidden Desires-Part 3 M/M

My shift at the Donkey Shoe ends at 6:00 P.M. I need my raincoat going home as a steady drizzle falls from the sky, but it isn’t the reason why I walk to my studio at a brisk pace. I’m used to the rain, it’s the need to prepare for tonight that has me giddy and in such a hurry. Seeing Fernando has my heart racing and blood erecting my penis off and on, the thought of seeing him, this time face to face and not sitting side to side.

I punch in the security code for the door to the studio apartments entrance and make my way upstairs. Once inside my studio I text Fernando a friendly text.

Thanks for lunch again, see you at Gossip at 8:)

As I make a move to take off my jacket my phone digs and I see a response. It reads: See you at 8 ;)

I can’t help but blush at the winky face and send him a winky face in return. My cock throbs inside my jeans at the thought of kissing the tall muscular Latino adonis, Fernando. I place my hand over my bulge and rub it some, sending waves of pleasure though my groin and up my body. A fluttering is in my chest and I take a deep, almost raddling, breath. Read more »

Forbidden Desires-Part 2

Out of the corner of my eye I can see Clove watching and grimacing. She probably wanted the chance to flirt with the tall brown adonis I lead to the bar. I can’t help but let a smirk go over me for a second and blush. The whole thing seems unreal that a handsome stranger would pick me instead of having Clove or Stacy help him, two fairly beautiful girls that most male customers typically would gush over. I can see Stacy staring at him dreamily even though she has Chris. It’s like he’s Jame Dean, Chris Evans, or Freddy Mercury. He might as well be, he’s a total twenty on a scale of ten in his tight fitting clothes that seem to make his muscular build pop out even more if that’s humanly possible.

When we reach the bar, he sits down at the midpoint and I hand him his menu and utensils.

“Thank you,” he says with a husky voice dipped in a slight accent that’s hard to place. I swallow and try to keep my breath steady. Even in his voice he radiates sex appeal.

“Would you like some water?” I ask him. Read more »

Forbidden Desires-Part 1

Note: this is my first time attempting publishing erotica on Reddit. Please let me know what you think and give feedback. Hopefully I got all the grammer and spelling current.

It’s Saturday and it’s another morning of waking up alone in bed to my alarm. I thought Jake was the one after three dates, that we were finally going to fuck after a night at the local gay bar Gossip. But it turns out he just likes to date and fuck other people that aren’t me, his date. I look at my phone and just like I expect, no texts from him.

It’s no surprise, he’s probably still balls deep in the other guy he took home instead of me. I go into my contacts, block and delete his number. Head games are never fun and never again after Chase and his fuckboi games.

I, Alonso Martinez, am worth more than a Chase or Jake. More than nights that begin together and end with being alone. Read more »