It had come in my dream again—the dream of the hunky yacht captain between my spread and bent legs, his muscular, naked body heavy on me, pressing me into the thin mattress of the bunk in the tiny cabin. His hands were gripping my wrists. My hands were gripping straps on the wall above the head of the bunk. His muscular, hirsute man's body was crushing my sl...
Arthur wasn't a soccer fan, but as turned out, there were worse ways to spend an afternoon that watching the World Cup in a nearly deserted hotel bar. *** Being stuck in Buffalo, New York on a Saturday in June wasn't my idea of how to spend a nice summer afternoon, but when business is like it has been lately, you do what the boss asks with a smile. So th...
"So, you fancy him, do you?" "No, I fancy you Maurice," I answered, trying to make a joke out of it. But I was beginning to get a little irritated with Maurice. We both knew why he'd offered me this trip home, and I was getting tired of him just not getting to it. "But you do fancy him, don't you?" Maurice persisted. "I mean you have nothing against mixed...
A guy from Craigslist... I had been chatting on WhatsApp with him for some time. He's into some pretty hard-core stuff, he's totally wild, but scared to take the first step, he hadn't been with another guy yet. But two weekends ago on a Saturday evening I finally got him excited about letting me actually suck his dick for real... We meet in town, and the fi...
My name is Aaron O'Shea. A short, skinny and red-haired young man of Irish descent living in the city of Ottawa, Ontario. I recently moved there from the town of Boston, in the state of Massachusetts. So far, I don't like the Confederation of Canada. Where I grew up, racial diversity in schools, neighbourhoods and the workplace was a mainstay. Canada is full...
"Ah, another late riser. A man after my own heart." The voice was deep and melodious. I was sitting across a table on the terrace from the pasha, who was finishing up his coffee when one of those mincing little manservants had guided me out onto the terrace. He looked as magnificent in the morning sunlight as he had the previous night, fucking Jared in his b...
"He's only 18! That's too young. Niles wants older... straight-acting muscle guys. He'll stand-out too much," one producer said as he eyed me from behind his clipboard. "It's perfect. We need variety! The audience will expect it. You got too many older gym bitches. They're going to connect to their favorite. If they don't find it, they'll lose interest. He...
Thanks to the comments, I rewrote the first chapter, added it to the second one and looked for some editing help. Hope you enjoy this one. Please comment and let me know how you liked/didn't like it. Special thanks go to Gunter 99 and Sugababy for their time and editing this. *************** Chapter 1: Vipers and friends Jet lagged and exhausted, the l...
"It's Ben Davis, right? From Professor Bolt's History class? I thought it was you." I turned at the sound of the voice behind me and was surprised to see Bill Hughes, a fellow student who I didn't think was aware of my existence. I said hello back, expecting him to walk past me, and was surprised when he slowed to my pace and began to chat. "You look like...
For several days in the Tripoli harbor fortress prison cell, Billy and Adam were unchained to crouch on the floor to eat two mean meals a day and to go to a small, outside walled enclosure near the cell to piss, defecate, and stretch their legs. Drinking water was brought to them periodically throughout the day, mostly by the men who arrived to fuck them. A...