Following on from my first male massage and my first foray into male/male sexual experiences. If you didn't read my first story maybe start their first? As I explained in my first story I have an addictive personality and having had the mind blowing experience with Lee in my first story I had nothing else in my head other than cock and I wanted to experien...
It was something of a coup, as a journalist, to get an interview with the ambassador of a Middle Eastern country. I had been working on it for months, putting out feelers and befriending staff. It was a bit like infiltrating the embassy, like a spy might do, but I wasn't troublemaker: I was in the business of demystifying things. That's what i do. I talk to...
Standard disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any similarities with any persons living or dead are wholly coincidental... Constructive feedback is good and welcome, bitchy flame mail is not. Feedback to questions received: Our hero Ooxa... "What is up with the pronunciation (spelling)?" The Mandan language has sounds and letters that do not appear in the...
I lay on the bed in the cabin behind Hal's Tavern ten miles out of town and listened to the truck driver moving around in the bathroom. I had showered first, after I'd given him a blow job, and come to the bed and stretched out, naked, while he took his. He was going to fuck me when he came out of the bathroom. I was looking forward to it; he'd looked mean a...
Prologue Every tale begins with something special and meaningful. The glories of a youthful love affair, of finding the ONE, eyes snapping to yours and consuming each other in a passionate fire. It would be fate, a meeting made for the twilight fires of middle age, telling mutual friends of their adorable and instantly known love story as everyone reminisce...
"Can we not do this right now?" I asked as I brushed past Ken in my lame attempt to postpone his roasting. I knew it was a futile attempt though. "Sure," he replied. I was so shocked at his reply I stopped, turned to him and raised an eyebrow. "Really?" I asked, not expecting him to let me off the hook so easily. "Of course not, did you honestly think.....
The week passed relatively quickly. Our final internship had come to an end and in less than a week, Ken and I would be off to take the test. The test that would determine our jobs for the rest of our lives. School however, was the last thing on my mind. My thoughts were occupied with one thing and one thing only; my apology to Taron. I hadn't heard anythi...
*~*~*~*~*~*ON THE RUN*~*~*~*~*~* The advantage of being me is that I have the knowledge to get lost and not be found... The disadvantage of being me is that someone will always be looking for me... * I had gone to a place I had never been before - the mythical land of real, heart pounding fear. Now I needed space and time to think. Over the ten years t...
Dreams are shared. Matt and Liam continue to get to know each other. Thanks, as always, to LarryInSeattle for his editing assistance. ======= "Is today Wednesday?" "No, Tuesday. Hard to keep track of the days in here. Not that unusual," Kent replies. Matt is sitting on a chair. His hair is pulled back in a ponytail. His tee shirt is dark with sweat and...
As I stood outside the entrance to the old British colonial-style Windsor Hotel in Nuwara Eliya, Sri Lanka, in the shadow of Mount Pidurutagala, waiting for someone to take me up to the ashram, I couldn't believe how far—and how far back in time—I had moved from Teddy's cabin in the Catskills. From the moment Teddy's business partner, Mort Whitley, had drive...