I visited Mr B a couple more times in the following weeks; once for another overnight visit, which involved a quite severe and prolonged caning from Mrs Walsh, whilst the second time was a summons at short notice just to "drain his balls", as Mr B put it. This lasted no more than a few minutes and simply involved me getting on my knees just inside his front...
I hadn't seen Cousin Miles for nearly twenty years, and he looked more like it had been thirty. He looked so defeated and withdrawn into himself. And my memories were of a vibrant athlete. He wasn't really a cousin in the blood-relative sense. Uncle John and Aunt Frieda had adopted both him and his sister, Mandy, because they couldn't have any of their own....
This story is loosely based on a true story. ***** I waited. The room was dark, with only a sliver of light coming through the edge of the blinds, casting just enough visibility in the room to not walk into a wall, but never enough to see anything, like a face. I was on my knees, in just my boxer briefs, staring at the front door of my apartment. Why, mig...
It was later in the evening and we were all back at the apartment, and we were all sitting in our normal positions. Gina was laid back on one of the couches and B and I were on the other one. I was sitting up in the corner of the couch with Bailey in between my legs. Our arms were wrapped around each other, and he had his back pressed against my chest. He wo...
I was sitting close to Mister B while he drove us home. My head resting on his shoulder, and unbelievably, my right hand between his slightly parted thighs cradling his scrotum. His balls were very heavy in my small hand. The fear and panic I'd experienced moments earlier had subsided into resignation and regret. How could I have been so naive? I wondered...
In which our hero has a taste of old and new. I gaze out the window on a lovely but very windy Sunday afternoon. It is late fall and the leaves are blowing wildly through the air. I sip my blueberry coffee and reflect that the chaos outside matches my feelings. Thad the magnificent has just left and I think for the last time. It is with profound mixed feel...
Diary of a Cock Sucker. Chapter 12. In which our hero has a sandwich break. Ted and I remain sitting in the lounge chair for some minutes, waiting for officer B. I ask him if he has been at this place before. He responds that he has been here once before and several other places. I ask how often he does this to which he replies that B calls him every mont...
After his unexpected encounter with Ben and Tom, Scott was anxious to have more sexual experiences with them both. Unfortunately, Ben was transferred to a different building, so Scott only saw him occasionally, if at all. However, Tom was definitely still available and the two men rapidly became good jack-off and suck buddies, sometimes having sexual encount...
This story has no connection to any real person so don't sue me. Now that I've said that, it's all true. If you're looking for a romantic story, look elsewhere. This story is meant to be hot and tell you what really happened. I'm still fucking him as often as I can. I met Bobby in college, when he was a sophomore and I was a senior. At 19, he was a skinny a...
Those last few minutes before we left my room at the B&B were moments of sheer comedy. Barry, the big rugby player with whom I had offered to share my room, had just put an end to my virginity after I had come out of the shower. The other seven of his team mates had arrived at the door ready to go off for their evening meal but at a most inconvenient moment....