"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...
Authors Note: I'd like to thank my friend and editor Jim, (Mojavejoe420) for his help with this piece. This is a short story I submitted for a contest on another website. It's my first foray into this genre, but I wanted to write something new and hopefully challenge myself. You're critiques and criticisms are welcomed and appreciated. - - - - - "Thunk...
This is a story of married men having gay sex and it's pure fiction. If you are offended by this kind of story, read something else. Any inference to actual people is purely coincidence. Since this is not reality, safe sex isn't practiced. In real life, always use condoms and practice safe sex. ***** Here I was on my knees, with hard cocks pressed against...
I was never more nervous than while I was waiting in the dance rehearsal hall, trying to keep up with small talk with the pianist, while I was waiting for Miloslav Cersenka for my audition to dance in Defiance. I was torn. I wanted to do this, and not just for the money I needed to help keep Mr. Masters's lifestyle afloat. I needed this for me too. I was beg...
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I tried to make sense out of the last several days as the plane began its descent across the eastern Atlantic into the peninsular city of Dakar, capital of Senegal. From there it would be several hours of a dusty ride northeast to the village of Sagata, in Louga Province. I tried hard not to think of this as a banishment, and why it might have been banishmen...
I felt Frank's weight press down upon me as we both drew in ragged breaths in the aftermath of my first ass-fucking. His weight felt comforting upon me, almost protective. I could feel the sheen of his sweat sliding against my own on my back. At the same time I felt the gooey slickness of my splattered cum on the sheet beneath me pressing against my chest an...
These events actually happened, to me, in England, quite some time ago. This is an abridged version of a much longer account I wrote some time ago. It is fully copyrighted. * * * I'm not going to begin this story where it should begin, with me being sent off to Ranleigh at the age of eleven. Going on twelve. Ranleigh School is quite obscure, but it's sim...
So I had a friend named Reshawn in college who also had a serious obsession with poker. We played obsessively, convincing our friends to join us for a game in our dorm whenever we could. When we couldn't get a game in person, we would play online, share stories over IM, and sometimes trade money on the various sites. One day Reshawn had asked to play on my...
By the time another business trip came up to cross the Atlantic, I was ready and grabbed at it. It was back to my old stomping grounds when I'd worked in that European branch—and when I'd been with Cal. And when I'd been such a wandering ass that I now couldn't forget about my sins against Cal. The trip would give me a chance to atone for my sins—to confes...