This is part three of The Cycle Run, I hope you enjoy it. ***************** Our first night on remand was just awful. We hardly slept at all. We couldn't even be bothered to blow each other. All night long there was banging, shouting and blood curdling shrieks. It was frightening. They were shouting abuse at us. 'Cock suckers, you are going to get it, suc...
I had met him at Sterling cinema on Sunday last. I had gone to watch Sherlock Holmes morning show. The cinema hall was not crowded, and I thought probably Sunday morning is not the time most people in their right senses would trudge towards a local theatre to watch a movie. Though I had been an ardent follower of Arthur Conan Doyle's fiction novels and short...
I have to think my best, or at least most intense experience of being a man's fuck toy occurred at a bath, years ago, when the biggest hazards were curable. It was a slow night, midweek, and country mouse me, on a visit to the big city, was looking for some cock to wrap my lips around. Therefore a trip to the funkiest bath house in town seemed to be in order...
How can one describe in words the feeling that you get when a beautiful hard cock slides into you? How can you tell someone about the moment when that faceless man leaning against the wall in the dark room of the bathhouse makes you the centre of his world? Alternatively, the one with the thick uncut cock grabs you by the back of the head and forces himself...
I made My way down the darkened street, not knowing where I was going. Well, that's not entirely true, I knew where I was going, at least the address, I just didn't know how to get there. And at 8:00 at night, all the closed auto repair shops and parts stores, check cashing places and ethnic stores all looked the same. And with all the lights out, it was har...
I'd like to offer a note to those of you who continue to enjoy this tale. I realise that it took a long time for me to post the last chapter because my last year was hectic and I had the worst writer's block I've ever had. My apologies to those of you who were waiting for it. I wanted it to be longer but I'm undecided on which of two directions to take the n...
Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. Welcome to this lovely chapter of one of your favorite stories. I would like to thank you guys for making this story a big success, even better than I imagined. Both of my ongoing stories, "Wild Flower" and "Destined Hearts" are going successfully and it is because of you guys and your love. I am back to school now...
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. As fiction, the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be un...
Denny was as nervous as all get out. He still didn't believe that he agreed to come to the gay party with Dexter. He was still inexperienced with sex and had never made the determination whether he was shy with girls or actually gay. Still Dexter, openly gay, had been a good friend and he was someone who Denny trusted. Denny was 18 years old, otherwise Dexte...
I woke up and turned over. Francis was already awake. He was watching me. I sat up and moved the blanket away from him, I straddled his legs though I was careful not to put my weight onto him. I reached to the side table and picked up the bottle of massage oil the doctor had given us. It smelled vile, Francis said he couldn't smell it, he couldn't smell anyt...