I'd spent a wonderful night of bondage, tit play, cock-sucking and piss play with a hot older man named Carlo, but had no way of getting in touch with him for a repeat session. Since arriving in Toronto a few months previously I'd mostly spent my nights with gay guys my own age, drinking and dancing at places that we jokingly called "S and M bars" (i.e. "St...
"Diante, Vamanos..." Diante Morillo heard his mom's call from down the hall. "Okay..." he answered, pulling his black locks into a ponytail. He tried to keep it neat since both his folks threatened they would drag him to a barber. When he finished, he brushed off his black slacks. Diante loved to dress well even going to Juarez. He felt his outfits were e...
I was half awake when I heard Terry calling me from his room. I had not been in there since the first day, figuring it was the one place he might want some privacy, but he rarely shut his door. I wandered in and he was naked and hard again, dick in hand. "Had morning wood, figured you'd like another show," he told me. That seemed a little presumptuous, but...
The concept of this 'Prison School' was the brainchild of Ruben Styles, the gay son of a State Representative, who pushed through a bill to build and operate the school. It was a multi-purpose plan, primarily sold as a means to train non-violent felons in saleable careers, those being building trades, Masonry, Electrical, Plumbing and Carpentry. Also, since...
A light knocking on the door the next morning woke me from my sleep. The king sized bed I was sleeping in was far more comfortable than the single at the Y or even my too short bed in the dorm. The last thing that Charles requested of me before he departed from the limo was that I not cum again until we saw each other. At first I didn't know if that was pos...
Author's note: This story is also based on a request that I received via e-mail. The person making the request stated that he is French and that he enjoyed the gay life in France before moving to the U.S. He provided the fundamental story line and asked me to embellish it as the story developed. He said that he did attend college and work at a salon in Paris...
Wendy lived with her husband in a middle class neighborhood. It was a comfortable neighborhood with a convenience store within walking distance. There was a retail strip nearby with hair salon, a barber shop, parts store, and a book store with an arcade. Also there was a truck stop next to the neighborhood across a wooded area. On this sun shiny day Wendy w...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** My shrink tells me I've been searching my entire life for the father I barely knew. He says that come adulthood this often takes a sexual turn. "Instead of just wanting a hug or to throw the ball around after dad gets home from a hard day's work—simple forms of platonic love in ot...
Although I never get anything more than a trim, Great Nips is my go-to hair salon. The stylists are beautiful, and they can do everything: 'dos, perms, braids, dyes, extensions, even mani-pedis. Their prices are cheap, too—well, as far as men's haircuts go, anyway. Fourteen bucks, and customers are in and out of the chair in twenty minutes, tops. I always ha...
Badger just loved to sniff cock. At first that's all it seemed he wanted. He'd call me his ginger boy - for obvious reasons. He was a guy of about seventy and somehow really turned me on, and me? I was only twenty but as Badger would say, a real handful - and I knew what he meant. I shall never know why but he gave me the time of my life in his small front l...