Sometime when things are just so, some man tell us to do things and we lack the will power to resist our little nasty urges. We who suck know that feeling, or sometimes discover it unexpectedly. For me it was at an airport. I once went to the DFW airport because I'd heard there were hookers working the bars of the big hotels there. I was in a hotel bar whe...
"My name is Nario. You are Mr. Armstead?" "Yes. I was expecting my uncle." "He could not come. I am his boy." Yes, I'll just bet you are, I thought. But then he clarified, if not enough to make a difference to me. "I am his houseboy. Welcome to Naples, Mr. Armstead." "Call me Harry, Please. Is it far from here to Positano?" "No, not too far. The worst...
This story follows on from Tommy's First Year at College, which should be read first. There is a key to the identities of the characters on my Biography page. Click on my name, then on the Biography tab, and then scroll down to the bottom. If you like the story or would like to make comments, please do so. ***** Chapter 41 Martin and Tommy's Second Martin...
I laid there for a while, just smiling and remembering the look and feel and taste of him, no idea how long but when I looked at the clock I saw that I only had a half hour or so before my wife got home. I got out of bed quickly, smiling more at the that sweet sore feeling that started at the backs of my legs from being bent back, and radiated up into my (hi...
A Few Months Later... It was the night of the commitment ceremony. Daniel and Michael had invited all their families and friends to join them at the hall they'd booked. Although they couldn't get married in Wisconsin, they could apply for a civil union. It wasn't exactly the same, but it gave them the opportunity to be able to be each other's "next of kin"...
My one night with Mark left me with food for thought during my long flight back to Denver. As I gazed out the airplane window the reasons to move back to my roots and the reasons to remain in my current home kept playing in my head. Twenty years had passed since I transferred to the mid western branch of the bank. I had made a life there with friends, busine...
Author's Note: This story is inspired by/for slave sal of Florida. It is a fantasy of what his perfect slave life would be, and who knows, maybe it will come true. Of course, I couldn't help but put myself in it as well :) . I'm also conforming to some of his slave voice style of writing. There will be some "inspired by actual events" parts as well. Enjoy!...
I moaned softly as the dark-haired man ran his tongue over my nipple and then over it again, chills running down my spine at the feel of the hard, round metal stud rubbing on my nipple. I was thinking hard, although having a hard time organizing my thoughts—Steve was his name, I thought. I had met up with him in the bar downstairs. I don't know what had dra...
This is a re-working of a classic as suggested by loves_SG1. "What in the world!?" Surging to his feet from his desk and heading to the door of his office, he flung it open and stared at the sight. "Oh, hi, Dad." "What is that?" "Hey there, Will," the other man shouted. William gritted his teeth. He hated being called Will. He glared at the equipment...
Greg looked out his window and all he saw was the brilliance of the world from 40,000 feet above, around and below: thick cumulus cloud banks covered half the blue sky hiding traces of the earth from view. They were flying over Europe right now; in an hour or so, they'll be crossing the Mediterranean and then Greg will be taking his first sight of the Africa...