Pulling in to the park I saw his car parked there, I got my gear and headed out, I knew where he would be, I would find him in his usual spot. I could see him standing there nervous, terrified, he looked so young for an eighteen year old, he was so sexy, his tight jeans, hugging his beautiful bubble butt, his worn tee shirt barely covering his built chest, b...
Author's Note: All characters described are over 18. If you're going to play in real life make sure things are safe, sane, and consensual. But in this fantasy, just enjoy. * George would be the first to admit that he didn't spend as much time with his son growing up as he probably should have. For most of his formative years, he was in places that he can'...
This account had been a breeze for years. The old procurement specialist came for lunch once every few weeks. Left boozed up and full of delicious food, and I left with a hefty PO in my hand for another round of purchases. Everyone was happy. Then about 3 months ago there was a merger, and now a major reshuffling was underway and my old contact was floatin...
The following is an expanded version of a story I wrote five years ago. In that story I sought to capture some of the intense closeness some men can feel for other men, a closeness borne out of shared experiences and common struggles that can often leave friends as close as brothers. I came back to this story because I really liked its message that nothing i...
He woke to a loud clap! He flashed back into a cat snarling as he realized someone had just thrown the doors open as they slept. Two people came through them. "Stand down! The boy is mine!," Collin warned him as he approached the bed. "You want him...You buy him...like all of the rest!" The cat hushed immediately as his words echoed his thoughts perfectly. H...
We pick up our jackets form the Bike Stop coat check, banter with the attendant who reaches out and tugs my nipples hard, then head for the door. As we pass the main floor bar a tall, muscled boy in leather chaps and harness reaches out and gropes me, smiling at Sir, who smiles back. Taking that as an invitation he grabs my collar and slides his tongue into...
This story continues right from Part 1. You don't really need to read it, but it wouldn't hurt. ___________________________ As I'm ferociously tugging at my cock, I suddenly hear his voice in my head, "only I tell you when you get to cum". I drop my cock, it stands straight up, leaking a small drop of precum, begging to be touched, begging to cum again....
Author's Note: In Icelandic folklore, there are many tales of huldufolk—the hidden people. One tells of ljuflingur, huldumen known to seduce and impregnate human women ('ljuflingur' means 'beloved' in Icelandic). Many thanks to mac ropis for the thoughtful comments, spelling/grammar check, and insightful questions! Volunteer Editors are the best idea since...
Back when I was a kid, we didn't have much. We lived in a basement apartment where we could hear the crashing of the garbage can lids when other tenants threw out their trash, and the fumes from the passing buses that roared up the steep street outside made the air inside smell bad half the time. Other kids looked down on us. I could tell. I was scrappy an...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** FOREWORD Thanks to Electricblue66 for allowing me to quote part of his unpublished manuscript [currently untitled], which Dane reads to Kian in the hospital. Thanks also to all the authors on this site whose work's inspired me to write in this genre. I'm a big fan. The...