Gary held the onyx ring up to the light and squinted. "Are you sure this will work?" He asked dubiously. "Absolutely," the man behind the counter of the magic shop said, smiling. "You can wear that ring as long as you want and there will be no effect on you. But the minute someone else touches it or wears it they are yours." Gary wrapped his fingers around...
I had just been fucked for the first time. I couldn't believe what I had just done. Some stranger had just used my ass for their own pleasure. Someone had stuck their dick INSIDE me. What was I doing? What kind of slut would do something like this? I didn't even know this guy, and I agreed to meet him, and let him pound my virgin hole. Before I had made up...
Chapter 2 - Shame and Acceptance 1 As I sat on Matt's couch, the taste of his cock and cum in my mouth, I began to shiver. Matt got me a towel and told me to take a hot shower to warm up. I did so without thinking, my mind a whirlwind of images: Matt's beautiful dick, me on my knees, eating his cum. After so many years of fantasizing I had finally done the...
Thanks everyone, for all the nice comments, I really love hearing from you. If you want to check GA, I have an anthology story up on there That I'll be posting to my blog in a week or so as well. It's called The Strength of Love. ****** Fuck. Where was he? I'd been searching for hours. Up and down the long metal encased hallways. I asked the tram-valets...
This is a story in a series, but from the perspective of Mitchell, the other man involved in the beach encounter. It reads differently from the viewpoint of the prey. Mitchell's going swimming. This was the third time I came to this spot, over a mile from where the popular area where most people went swimming. I often wondered what it would be like to swim...
WARNING: I tend to use the "n-word" in my stories quite a bit. If you cannot handle reading that word, then this story isn't for you! Remember that this is a work of fiction and should not be taken seriously by anyone. =================== All the old white men gathered around the table and started talking to Javon and each other. With my ass being stretche...
Being Gay and twenty-one years old in 1962 is not always easy... Of course, the Fortune Teller lied. Down a Walton Street edged with stalls, sideshows and gaudily beckoning caravans, strolling the chill illuminated darkness where it erupts into the fairground. The smoky spun-sugar aroma of candy-floss, hot dogs that drip with ketchup-blood, brittle golden c...
Mark glided down the sidewalk towards my house as I hoisted the final bag of mulch onto my shoulder. He had long strides, a fluid gait and a brisk pace. His chiseled bronze chest and washboard glistened with a lather of sweat. "Hey how are ya doing?" I asked with a nod. "Good, you?" He replied with a bright, million watt smile. He slowed his pace. "I need...
I awoke the next day feeling a bit guilty, like maybe I was a fag and resolved to end this little arrangement. I went to my usual station and started work, wondering when the Captain would call. By noon nothing had been said to me about a new position, but the ship had turned for home. The ship was returning to port because of some engine problem they disc...
A month had gone by since I'd been out to Garden City to pick up my stuff, and I still couldn't find a good excuse to contact Thomas. Maybe a not-so-good excuse would have worked equally well, just as it had last time, but somehow I doubted it. We needed a chance to spend some time together in a neutral environment, and I just couldn't figure out how to set...