By the time I've plunged the coffee and made a pile of buttered toast, I'm a bit calmer. In control of myself enough that I think I can manage a silent cuppa rather than screaming 'fuck off and away out of my life', the moment I see him. He's still glistening with water, hair in tiny wee wet spikes, with a towel tucked round his waist. A hand towel. It ju...
It was a quiet afternoon on a Sunday. I was with my friend and occasional lover, Don, at his place relaxing. We enjoyed bondage and often got together, sometimes with just ourselves, sometime with others. It was always a hot time and these gatherings would often last into the following morning. Fun had by all. This afternoon was quiet, after having been up l...
Sometimes shit just happens. Maybe it happens for a reason, maybe it's just the perfect confluence of events. In my case I honestly believe it was just that, the latter. An unseen force guiding me through life, steering me to and through events which shaped my future and ultimately my life. This is the story of how I went from a normal, pussy chasing asshol...
Chapter One I heard the question and groaned. First, it was four in the morning, second, she had been doing this all day, evening, and now it appears was continuing it in the early morning hours. My groan wasn't a satisfactory answer, so she asked it again. "Who is the hottest guy in the locker room?" Anne said again. "Can we please talk about something e...
Writer's note: This story contains dominance, submission, gay-for-pay, spanking, and humiliation in public places. Just a heads up in case that is not your cup of tea. *** The next day, we stopped into a trendy-looking clothing store simply called "Sexy Guy." It sounded like the perfect place to fit my boy with more hot outfits. The humidity in Bangkok w...
Three weeks had passed since I was inducted into House Achilles. Since then, my life has changed for the better. Alkibiades has been playing coy with me, while Lady Daphne has been here and there. From what Khauther told me, she traveled a lot which was why I didn't see her much. I had spoken with Dick, Javi and Steven about me moving out. Dick wasn't a bi...
One night at the gay theater on 8th Avenue between 42nd and 43rd Street, there was a hot, very muscular 6' Cuban dancer, "El Cubano Caliente," with a downturned 10" x 5" uncut cock performing on the stage in the main theater who looked like Cuban singer Yotuel Romero. I watched him dance. He pulled his cock out of his jockstrap, and shaking his narrow hips...
Jim was in the Bachelor of Fine Arts program. Their painting studios were on the 3rd floor of the Arts Building, across the hall from the graphic design classroom and photo studio. In between were the men's and women's bathrooms. I knew him, seen him around the campus and other places as we traveled in the same social group. I had no idea he would introduce...
"So... do you want to have some fun?" she asked me. Her name was Maria. She was a native from the Caribbean Island we were currently on. She was, quite simply, beautiful. Dark skin, jet black hair, intoxicating eyes, full lips, and a stunning figure. The man sitting next to her was Marco, her "friend." Marco was about 6' 6", but skinny, very dark skin, shave...
Editor's note: this story will make the most sense when read after "Finally Caught Up With Me" Randy wasted no time making good on his threat of blackmail. My phone buzzed me awake the very next Sunday morning. It was a text from a number I did not know, but soon deduced was Randy's. "You need to be at my place at 11am. Plan to be here for 2 hours." I wa...