erotic stories

Cakes

My wife and I bought a cake for my son Aaron the night he came out to us. We were proud that he was confident enough to own his identity, so we celebrated. But when he told me, at age sixteen and a half, that he wanted to have sex with me…well, there was no cake, and no celebration.

Cooked

When the sweet, straight back-of-the-house cook turns out to be only somewhat sweet and definitely not straight, he gives waiter Jimmy more than he bargained for one drunken night after their restaurant shift.