Thomas felt Sir Alfred jerk and then roll off to the side onto his back and almost immediately go back to sleep, the deed assured by the sound of his snores. The schedule was promising to be the same today as it had been on the first day sailing out of Southampton toward Alexandria. It wasn't much different from the previous several days that Thomas had been...
How I lost my virginity -- again! The day from hell, barely describes my day. Someone dropped a load of crap on my desk first thing this morning, a project that was very critical and had gone to hell. So, I got it. I jumped on it, worked with suppliers, the finance team, engineering, and the quality people to put a plan together. We worked all day and the s...
I was a naïve first year English University student back in 1973 who'd been put in bondage and disciplined by an older, ex-cop fellow student. It turned into a regular Friday evening date, with Bill greeting me each time in his white tropical police uniform, cuffing my wrists and leading me upstairs to the back bedroom where my discipline fantasies came tr...
When I started driving some years ago, I recall my dad's repeated warnings about keeping plenty of gas in my car. Well, as this 19-year-old sat on the gravel shoulder of a rather desolate foothill highway after running out of gas, the last thing I wanted to think about was my dad being right, as usual. It didn't seem that I would have to worry about anybody...
I'll let comments from you readers determine whether this instalment is an ending in itself or merely a cliff-hanger. –K * Six months after Donovan moved in we got a call from Mom. The day was a sweltering hot one in July, which was uncharacteristic enough of Vancouver to warrant a heat-wave warning. With no air conditioning in our loft, we were hot, swea...
I came to with a jolt—literally—Dwight was standing over me, naked, except for those horn-rimmed eyeglasses he hadn't taken off in the living room either. He was leaning down and jolting my nipples with a vibrator with a big, globular head. I was flat on my back, legs together, and arms straight out from my side like someone being crucified—and I could feel...
Copyright 2006 by the author. AUTHOR'S NOTE: The type of encounter described in this tale is, if not new, certainly a lot more common now. While private glory holes may have existed before the Internet, cyberspace is an ideal way to advertise them. The story is based on incidents related to me by a friend, who insists they really happened. Whether they did...
Having been introduced to the joys of worshipping cock I had grown ever more addicted to fucking and sucking, especially if I was treated like some kind of sextoy. I thrived on the feeling of being used purely for someone else's pleasure and went out of my way to experience it as often as possible. I took to hanging around several well known pick up spots, d...
I've been single for a while. A sixty something six foot, hundred and ninety pound gay man with salt and pepper hair, a good job, and a modest paid for suburban home in a small Southern Ontario city. I'm too old for the bar scene. The music is too loud. The pretty boys aren't interested in an old fart, and I'm not interested in an unshaven, pot belly leathe...
A sequel to "Equestrian Afternoon" * A text from Jay sometimes comes when he's horny but hasn't the chance to get away, reminding himself of the hot times that this young fella and I have shared. Sometimes he contacts me when he has a rare chance to get away from work, family etc and is desperately in need of "Daddy love" as he calls it. All too often this...