It was my first year at the university. I was a shy kid. I liked to read, didn't like sports and was sort of chubby. I pretty much kept to myself in my dorm. I stayed out of the way and tried my best to be invisible. I was from a small town and my folks were middle class working people. I was a good boy growing up, never got into serious trouble, I got good...
I had spent four hours eating the sweaty asshole of Lt. Colonel Robert Andrews, a ruggedly handsome, quirky stud. I was exhausted, but deliriously excited. It was too good to be true. My tongue had been so far up Robert's ass that I thought I'd burst a blood vessel in my tongue, the way it maniacally and desperately stretched to go deep, deep into him and ex...
My transformation After several minutes of me posing in the mirror, we headed back to the living room. This time I walked with confidence. I used my hips and could feel my ass cheeks shifting from side to side. Bandit was smiling. I concentrated on the sound of my heels clicking on the tile floor. When we got back to the living room I sat on the sofa and cr...
Please read Research part one first. ***** "So in summation I submit that although a certain portion of the male population engages in homosexual acts, they aren't homosexual at all. No, they are under-endowed males who wish they could have heterosexual relationships but whom women shun. Through aggressive parenting, peer pressure, and social activities th...
This story is a fantasy, nothing more. It's not real; please don't leave feedback saying that you can't believe that this really happened. If you don't like gay sex or like reading about one man's sexual fantasies, please don't leave negative feedback because you were "surprised". I know that I use the same opening paragraph in each chapter, it's just a way...
I looked up from the book. The silence made sound more pronounced, and I mistook every creak of my chair and boom of heavy footsteps above me as someone approaching me. No matter how many Fridays I spent in this isolated library cubicle in the study room of the basement floor, the paranoia of being caught jerked my head up at any sound. I turned my head tw...
I love my master's cock. In fact, I worship it, and him. I am in love with him. I will do anything to please him, including kneeling before him, showering his cock with my love. He loves to have me suck his huge, beautiful uncut cock everyday. He always makes me take his sweet, salty semen on my face, in my asshole, or in my mouth. It is never wasted. In th...
- "Are you certain you want to do that?" he asks as I kneel before him, his hand on my shoulder - Dead certain," I say after hesitating a moment, looking at his huge, rock-hard cock. And I start kissing his balls. Leo was my friend for as long as I can remember. We were both 8 or 9 year-old kids when we met and we became immediate best friends at school. W...
I laid there crumpled in the corner, abused and feeling unwanted. I no longer want to live, it hurts to breath, when I walk my body spams in pain, and when someone raises their hand I tremble. My body has become used to the my father's abusive terms. I have a system for it now, it's called sit there, take the pain, do not speak up, and the hits end sooner. T...
"The girls are named Cheyenne, Shappa, Izusa, Kiona, and Peta. I have two others coming shortly. They are Tiponya and Tala. Cheyenne is a Meda. A prophet of her people...a priestess," a voice intoned dryly. Then another took over. "The boys are named Bavol, Boyce, Chase, Coyone, Dominique, Durril, Elsu...and Durril is the Drakkar of his people...a fortunete...