Marshall found himself transfixed by the sight before him—Lee's perfect pucker. Generally it was Lee who feasted on Marshall's hole, but when Lee was in the mood, he allowed Marshall the privilege of tasting him there. "Come on, buttercup, I don't have all night." Marshall knew Lee was only teasing. He glanced up to see that slow, lazy smile that went st...
"S-sir...I assure you this is just a mis-misunderstanding...as soon as you let me free, I'll see to their pun-punishment!" Joel Lancaster surveyed the other man before him. Erin had been tied to Joel's very bed, hands bound by a scarf to the headboard and blindfolded. Joel was sitting on the edge of the bed, fingering the gag that had been previously held...
3. I awoke to pounding on my door. I swore. A lot. Roger was still asleep under me, his hair normal -- I guess he didn't change while he slept. I saw that he didn't change because of just a hard-on, since I could see the tent under the blankets. Noting these things -- hey, they could be important! -- I pulled on my pajama pants that were folded neatly on a...
I hate working late - or I did until recently. I spend my time in a suit in an office making sure the wheels of industry turn smoothly. At the end of each quarter the returns have to be completed and that means I end up working after hours. Now, because of my desk-bound job I do my best to keep trim. So in spite of my 45 years I manage to make sure that the...
My one night with Mark left me with food for thought during my long flight back to Denver. As I gazed out the airplane window the reasons to move back to my roots and the reasons to remain in my current home kept playing in my head. Twenty years had passed since I transferred to the mid western branch of the bank. I had made a life there with friends, busine...
This is a continuation of my first story "three bears use me"... ***** It had been about a week since our "poker party" when a small package showed up at my house. Inside was a dvd from the leader of my bear group of friends, Bob. Bob included a letter complimenting me on what a hot night we had and how him and his friends couldn't wait for me to visit th...
Jeffrey positioned me on my knees in front of him. My arms were still cuffed behind me but he did untie the rope that had bound my ankles together. The penis gag was still in place and, of course, I was still wearing all that yellow mohair—the ankle length sweater dress with the turtleneck collar, the mittens and the knee high socks. I watched wide-eyed as h...
ONE. The pounding in my head marching on with a steady beat. TWO. The beating of my heart in my ears. THREE. The rhythmic clanking of the weight machine as I work through my daily routine. FOUR. The almost audible strain in my muscles as the weight goes up and down. FIVE. The final gunshot that doesn't stop ringing in my head... REPEAT. At 24, I was one of...
This was my first time. Yes I had given a few blow jobs. Yes, I had been taken from behind just once or twice. Or once or twice more. But I had never found anybody before that wanted to tie me up and use me for bondage sex. I stood quietly without moving. My feet were about a shoulders width apart. I was taking short shallow little gasps of air as I waited...
Author's note: so that no one accidental reads any of these chapters that is offended by gay sex, I am now listing all of them under Gay Male stories. For those of you who don't know my work, these stories have gay, straight and bi scenes and deal with various sexual fetishes. Two days after we retuned home the continuing council members met in private s...