Hey readers, please let me know what you think of my story. If you're not gay, move on as this won't appeal to you. Remember, it's MY fantasy--and only a story! Enjoy! ----------------------------------------------- The next morning I woke up on time and hustled to get ready for work. Thankfully, I was early enough that I beat Alex to the kitchen and had h...
After graduating, I took on a position as an instructor's aid during my graduate studies year. I was amazed at how many young students not only sought out my assistance, but several even sought out my bed. One of these young men was Japanese-born Kyoshi Yuzuki. Kyo, as he liked to be called, was a very flamboyant young gay man and flaunted it quite openly. I...
Sorry folks for the delay in posting this chapter. I get so little feedback and you write barely any comments that I began to think you may have lost interest in this series. Oh well...here goes another chapter.... -------------------------------------------- The exhaustion I felt on Monday morning was palpable. I was never exactly a morning person, but af...
I've never heard from any Asian men -- darn! Aren't there any real guys like Tan out there? ----------------------------------------------- I woke up the next morning still splayed out on the beanbag chair feeling extremely relaxed having been spanked and then fucked into submission by a young and masterful Tan. I was crusty with my own cum and could feel...
OH MY GOD!! 10 o'clock in the morning and I've had more sex than any one man could possibly handle. How wrong that thought turned out to be. We weren't even one-third of the way toward our goal. What a mixed bag of emotions. I was physically spent and energized at the same time. Spent from the incredible session I'd just had, yet energized with the fantas...
Writer's note: This story contains dominance, submission, gay-for-pay, spanking, and some humiliation in public places. Just a heads up in case that is not your cup of tea. *** I took Prasang shopping in Central Bangkok, in the area known as Siam. Everything is cheaper in Thailand and I stocked up, buying myself beach Ts, long, flowing cargo shorts, and a...
I just want to start by saying I haven't had much experience writing erotica and this is just a way for me to deal with my lust without actually masturbating. On that note, please feel free to offer criticism and ways to improve but I beseech you to do so gently. And yes, I agree, I'm writing this disclaimer to absolve myself of all cardinal sins of erotic w...
I'm spent and covered in spunk in the afternoon shade. This is not my norm. This is so very far away from my norm I may need to book a flight just to get back to it. This was the very last thing I had expected when my friends, Carlo and Jay had invited me over to swim in their pool and celebrate some holiday. When I asked about the holiday, they were vague....
There is something so oddly empowering about the way I spend my days. My name is Abel Whitaker. I'm a young black man living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. Let me tell you about my life. I was born in 1986, to Boston police officer George Whitaker and car saleswoman Jennifer Kingman Whitaker. They raised me to have ambition and a positive attitude. I'...
'At the station. Be there in 30.' You quickly text back to your friend, Chris, as the subway pulls to a stop. You step on and easily take a seat, as you're boarding at a stop at a parking garage outside the city. Driving in the city is still a bit intimidating, and you expect you'd get towed at some point over the weekend as the signs and regulations here ar...