"UNDERWEAR..." An interlude [This tale is set some eighteen years after Rayne Wylde becomes a Vampire. By this time he is living in Manchester (my neck of the woods - no pun intended!) and a brush with psychotic northern Vamps has led to his relationship with Kevan, a half-Irish detective sargeant with the Manchester Met Police. The story also reintroduce...
Note: While the name of the protagonist is the same, this story is not a sequel or prequel to my story Virgin No More. It's much closer to the truth of my actual first time than the other though. I parked my car in the driveway with a slight sense of resignation, not wanting to be here. I was at my former co-worker Donald's place for dinner, agreed to in a...
This story involves gay sex, bdsm scenes, forced fem. If not your thing, please find something you do like. * I hear the knocking on the door. Have my panties on under my shorts and tshirt. Nervously open the door and the man comes by me and I follow him into the living room. He stops and turns. 'On your knees now'. He moves in front of me showing me hi...
It was Saturday night. Bobby and Kathy were spending the weekend in Houston. Rick and I had never been to a gay bar, and we'd decided this would be a good time to check a few of them out. We started at Tempest. It was a high-tech place, with a gigantic dance floor and an immense crowd, mostly men, with a few women clustered in tight little knots. The DJ was...
Marcel. Jeffrey. David. Ezra. I stare up at the ceiling of our bedroom deep in thought. Tyler is standing, naked, near the doorway. I smile at him, and if I could whistle, I would. Never got the hang of whistling. Best I can do is to suck wind backward into my mouth and make a quasi-whistling noise. It has something to do with the shape of my teeth. Anyway,...
It had all started back in the winter of 06. I had been working at a Hotel as a Guest Service Representative, GSR's they called us, for about 4 months. Having just past my probationary period 4 weeks previous I was loving my job. Earning a 'higher than minimum' wage I was finally able to start saving some money for my future. My girlfriend of a year and a ha...
The lad grinned across at me, pleased for the lift. I wasn't going exactly where he wanted, but I could take him to a motorway junction twenty miles short without too much of a detour. He'd have to sort himself out from there: either stand in the cold with his thumb sticking out, like he had before I pulled up, or otherwise pay for a bus. He didn't look lik...
(c) Copyright jvaughn, 2013, 2014. All rights reserved. Copyright violators will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law. Chapter Fourteen Guy jacked himself furiously. He had just cum all over the tile floor of his bathroom, but his cock was as hard as ever. The need to plunge it into Mel was overwhelming. He gritted his teeth and tried to force hi...
It was 1970 and I was a nineteen-year-old college student in England enjoying a weekend of bondage sex at a country farm house with my new friend Gary and with Malcolm the home owner, a dominating retired military man. ***** I dozed for the next half an hour or so, only half listening as the guys reminisced about old times and old friends. I was cozy and w...
I'd been at my computer all of twenty minutes. It normally didn't take me long to key on one person. I singled him out. His casual replies made him seem to lack any urgency or the distinct stench of desperation. I asked him if it was strange being in this chatroom. It was old school with auto refresh features and no emoticons. I told him that we could be tex...