As a middle management staff member of a large public utility, I interact with a wide variety of men and women from all ranks and departments. Permit me to introduce myself. My name is George Ford. I have made many friendships. In particular, this story concerns a police officer who I regularly meet with concerning all sorts of issues ranging from maintainin...
David had a beautiful yard and backyard garden thanks to the hard work of Colin. The big muscled hunk transformed the pitiful excuse of a yard into a thing of beauty. He kept the yard mowed and neat. The hedges trimmed. The flowerbeds were always in flower. It was a miniature paradise. Colin had started back to school, and so he found it too hard to work at...
WARNING: This story contains EXTREME examples of fictional racism. If you are not okay with racial slurs or this type of raceplay, then please for the love of god don't leave some half-brained comment expressing your hate...just move on. It is important to remember that all themes and subjects covered in this story are completely FICTIONAL. This story does n...
How did I end up like this? With a leather collar around my neck and a leash wrapped tightly around this alpha male fist. He was so big and strong. I could feel his hard body pressed against me, his hairy chest on my back. Most of all the feeling of his long thick hard cock sliding up and down my crack pressing against the large butt plug he had put in my as...
This is a homoerotic story set in an imaginary sultanate called Ras al Shahar located in the south of the Arabian Peninsula. The time is the late ninth century AD and the story starts in the year 870, some three hundred years after the birth of Mohammed, the Prophet of Islam. The place and characters are entirely a figment of the author's imagination whose o...
It was the weekend after we got back from California. I was still reeling from the hot three-way we had with Jim's temporary girlfriend, Lydia. I was invited along to double team with Jim and fuck Lydia before she got married. The sex was amazing. Being this intimate with Jim while the three of us were naked was beyond anything I could ever imagined. Even th...
I woke up the next morning on my dorm room floor. Oh fuck, I thought, looking at the bed. It wasn't just a dream. There were Veronica and Natalie, both butt-ass naked, lying next to my sleeping roommate. Apparently we had all passed out from fucking the night before, and the girls looked so incredibly sexy naked on the bed together. As always, Clark looked...
April, 2015 Dirk performed his dumbbell curls deliberately and methodically while he stood next to the mirror. He closely watched the way his chiseled biceps strained against his tanned skin. The veins in his arms stood out conspicuously, as he continued to pump blood, into his muscular arms. I could see droplets of sweat trickle down his massive pecs and t...
The receptionist, a handsome Arab, had given Marco the one over, but Marco hadn't seemed to notice. Or maybe he did, or maybe he had already been there once and fucked the hell out of the Arab. Anything seemed probable with this guy. I got my key, and we found my hotel room. Our hotel room. Hell, what was happening? How had it come to this, that all of the s...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: The series One Sub Stud is a continuation of the stories about Chris and Justin, which began in Chris Donaldson and continued in Mr. One Fifty-Eight. While each chapter is a short story in its own right, you will probably enjoy this episode much more if you have already read both of the above series, as well as Chapter 1 of One Sub Stud. The b...