This is a true story of something that happened to me recently, but before I go on, a little about myself. I'm 26, 5'8" with short brown hair and blue eyes. I'd like to think I'm good looking, and people have often told me so, so I guess I should believe them. I live with my girlfriend, and I do love her to bits, but sometime you can't help yourself, and on...
There were four of them who entered the store close to closing time, all muscled punks decked out in black leather. I owned the small convenience store but found myself behind the counter this evening because my regular night clerk called in sick. The hunkiest of the four came up to the counter and puckered his lips and tossed me an air kiss. He asked me wh...
The Trip Begins When my wife and I moved back to Denver from Las Vegas, her mom and dad flew down to help us with the move. After a few days of packing, the moving van arrived and we basically got out of the way while the company loaded up the truck. While the movers were busy doing their thing, Edward and I dropped the girls off at the McCarran airport for...
Hair: black, long, straight as the trajectory of sinking moon on a hot summer night. Face: young, narrow eyes, stubbled, tanned by the sun of unwholesome lusts. Chest: narrow, hard, graven like pale stone. Jeans: faded, ripped, packed full where it matters. The smoke swirls and he looms in the door like a bone in the soup of desire. Behind him the night is...
CW: financial exploitation, physical roughness, WS, allusions to homophobic persecution in other countries. This is a nasty little one-off with a lot of findom elements and might not be your cup of tea. On feedback: I can't reply to anonymous messages, so if you want a question answered you need to use an email or leave a comment here. Thanks! ---- The...
"Sorry" I heard as I felt someone bump in to me. It seems we were moving in at the same time. "No problem" I said turning around to see the cutest guy ever. Him with a tall guy with a big goofy smile, small belly under his t shirt and basketball shorts which weren't good at hiding his dick since it was sticking straight out. He smiled and walked in to his...
Less than five months from the time the Master—I no longer could think of and refer to him as the Indian doctor—had initiated me, I had four more-or-less regular sex partners dominating me. I couldn't use the word lover at that point, however. All of them were using me more for their own pleasure and needs than for mutual satisfaction. On Saturday afternoons...
I couldn't be there. I couldn't stay there. I didn't know what came next. I hadn't looked at the script. I just knew I couldn't be there. I tripped down the stairs of brownstone and out onto the sidewalk of Richmond's Fan District. It was dark already. I instinctively turned left, toward the downtown area, and shuffled along with my hands in the pockets of...
After we made love for the second time, Matt and I continued to cuddle. We moved from bed to his couch, I sat close next to him and leaned on his shoulder as he put his arm around me. "I'm happy we are a couple now," I said to him. "You know we will have to hide it," he replied. I nodded, agreeing with him. "You really don't mind being with a boy? Do you...
I reached James' apartment around six. It was still light out. He had told me that he wouldn't be home until sometime around nine. Clearly I had arrived a little too early; it wasn't a problem, however, rather more time for me to get warmed up. He had given me his key before hand. I opened his door and stepped inside. Even though it wasn't his regular place...