"Oui, Oui! Baise-moi! Baise-moi!—Yes, yes, fuck me! Comme ça! Plus profound!—Like that. Deeper." I lay on the plastic sheeting on the hotel room bed, my hands gripping the brass rungs of the headboard overhead, my eyes wide, focused on the suddenly cruel smile on the face of the French businessman sitting next to me on the bed. The ceiling fan in the hot Ni...
Author's Note - Indie was another character I'd developed for that COMPLETELY unrelated project that produced Efrain and Cory. They took one look at him and wouldn't leave him alone. Of course, he got a little miffed about being used as a plot device, and another character took interest in him, so you'll see some more of him later. So, after this, there's...
Jimmy and Ted "Ted," I said, calling up to the black chauffeur. "Find a private spot and pull over and come back here." I could feel Jimmy flinch, but I also could feel him willing himself to control his breath and his fear. Ted pulled over quickly and the black bull muscled his way into the backseat. I told him to strip, which he did on the spot, and then...
The alarm went off at the usual time. Ugh, Monday morning and a work day. I slept well. The activities of the weekend came back into my head with a vengeance. I'm now a man that enjoys sucking cock. First Bob's and then Randy's. Thinking back, I couldn't believe how easy it was to become submissive, taking they're instructions without hesitation. I could hav...
Part of me - the sensible, rational, moral part - wanted desperately to resist. To stop. Not to do something so wrong and so stupid. But my sensible, rational, moral part wasn't in charge tonight. My dick had taken over, and it was determined to have its way. I'd always viewed my bisexuality as a curse, rather than a blessing: the fact that I could have, an...
We had planned to meet Saturday at the same place which was two days from our last encounter. I knew Saturday mornings were much different at the Hoboken train terminal than weekdays. There were fewer commuters there in the morning, usually only local Jersey people visiting NYC for the day, but none as early as we were planning to meet. I had a good night's...
Published in Stallions and Other Studs, Scott O'Hara (ed), 1995 Posted to Internet circa: Sat, 20 Dec 1997 [Usenet] Stored on The Nifty Archives * * * * * The band plays on the stage. The air is blue with smoke, hot, and reeks of Miller and Budweiser. The kids cluster round the stage. The typical crowd -- jeans-clad, long haired, leather-jacketed, tatt...
All are over 18. This is not about romance. It's about overcoming fear. * * * As a younger guy, Women didn't seem to be my thing. It was easy to strike out on my own and move into the big city, where being a bit queer didn't matter. Where I lived, it could get your ass kicked or worse. A few of us knew each other for what we were. We were cocksuckers and...
Hello, I know it has been a very very long time since I last posted anything on here, I've just been having a very stressful and busy year, but I hope to continue all of my stories and maybe even a few new ones, hope you enjoy I would also like to say a massive thanks to my dedicated editor Cannd, who is both a lovely person to work with and a delight as an...
Sometimes, going home with the wrong guy can be a mistake, a terrible mistake... * It started out a lousy day. And it just keeps getting worse. I meet him in a bar for the poor, the stupid and the stinky. I'm sat there drinking, thinking, sinking, feeling low, hungry, depressed and far from home, wondering what I'm going to be doing once tonight is through...