[Author's Note: I'm not sure about turning this into a series. Let me hear your feedback (thoughts or idea's welcome), and I will take it from there. Thanks again MasterofControl2003 for the excellent editing!] I knew his game from the first moment I saw him cruising the beach. I knew he was looking for a new Daddy and I was willing to fill that role fo...
I picked Stretch up the following day and headed off to the competition. Juice couldn't make it today so I would be sitting solo. As excited as Stretch was for the first competition, her mood was radically changed. She was quiet and somber. "Stretch is everything ok?" "Sure, I am just a bit nervous today." And that was the total conversation between us un...
Sunlight played peekaboo through the blinds and woke Benji from the best sleep he'd ever known. He opened his eyes and breathed deeply. His eyes adjusted to the bright light and he looked around the strange bedroom he found himself in. He noticed a fuzzy pink sweater draped over the back of a chair in the corner of the room. There was also a pair of yello...
Connor's POV: Am I really in this deep? It was never gonna happen so I should just get it out of my thick fucking head. Then again, I kinda think it's too late for that already. I thought that I was catching some gay vibes from him in our conversations. But then he had to tell me about his past girlfriends and all my hope just deflated in an instant. L...
Life was little different in the mansion hugging the snow-clad mountainside at Snowshoe than it was in Hoagie's inn. Less demanding—in terms of service both at table and in the bed—and the surroundings certainly more sumptuous. But very little different in terms of feeling owned and controlled—and isolated, all alone in the world. I cursed Buddy nearly daily...
Silver Lake I spent the last 6 hours drawing up my design project for my fourth year term assignment and I was getting a little bleary eyed to tell the truth. I needed a break so I thought I would hit the gay bar, La Barcito, as it was pedaling distance from my Bubeschko Apartment, which I loved because the Rudolph Schindler design from the late '30s provid...
Disclaimer: All characters in this fictional story are 18 years of age or older. My name is Doug, and I am a submissive cocksucker. And I just can't help myself. I tried to deny it at first, but now I want a guy to just make me suck his cock. I am 24 now, and the following are some of my adventures. It all started when I was 18 and after I graduated sch...
Revised version copyright 2007 by the author. * It began to rain hard a few minutes before two that Saturday afternoon, preventing me from meeting Robert at the Lincoln Center fountain. Forced indoors, I stood dripping wet in the cavernous lobby of Avery Fisher Hall, searching among the similarly hapless figures hurrying by outside in the central plaza, fe...
*Disclaimer: All people, places and actions in this story is purely fictional. This story contains sexual content between men. Some of the actions are quite extreme and the author does not condone any of these acts. If you don't like it, there are millions of other stories on the internet you may like instead. That being said, I hope you enjoy this story. Al...
"Do you take it up the ass?" I froze in place on the barstool. I couldn't believe he said that to me. I stared intently at the pool tables on the other side of the bar, ignoring him, not saying a word. His large hand, which had been lightly stroking my lower back, moved to my thigh. Between the bigness of his hand and the smallness of my body, he was ab...