He didn't originally have the night off. But Barnaby had already convinced himself that if he wasted too much time, Gil's offer would expire. So he called out of work sick and went straight from his last class to the man's dorm. When he mentioned showing him his 'collection', Barnaby wasn't sure what he'd meant. A collection of porn, maybe? He didn't h...
This is a follow up to "How it Was" Ch.1 and 2, so it might make a bit more sense if you read those ones first, although I think it also stands alone well enough. This is a work of fiction that is not based on any real persons or events. If you are not legal age to read erotic fiction, please leave now and do not continue reading. For everyone else, I hope...
Chapter 1 "Do you know that guy?" "Huh?" My friend Andrew lifted his chin in the direction of the corner. "Don't look yet, but there's a guy over there who keeps looking this way. He keeps looking at you like he's trying to place you." "Really? Is he hot?" "He's not bad," Andrew nodded judiciously with his eyes over my shoulder. "Could use a shave, bu...
My muscles ache and sweat dries against my forehead as I head into the locker room. I haven't worked out in years and the strain of my first time reminds me why I quit. I shake my head and grin at my own lack of self discipline. I grab my towel, strip down and head for the showers. Just as I'm about to turn the water on I hear a quiet hiss of breath, followe...
As I continued to pump into Diana, barely thinking of anything else, a new feeling came suddenly; the familiar sensation of fingers running down my back. I started to turn, but Diana cupped my face and held my eyes on her, while her legs kept me firmly locked onto her body. The new pair of hands softly caressed my back, running the length of it downwards a...
WARNING: This story is Homoerotic, if you find this offensive please do not read. It also deals with Master/Slave BDSM. Please do not re-post without authors permission. **************************** The cab I was riding in slowed and stopped with a squeal in front of the small café that sat on the corner of Third and Fifth Street. I watched distantly thro...
Connor swung the stall door, the clang bouncing off the walls of the male bathroom, and plopped down on the toilet. He hunched forward and let his head drop to his hands. English period was a massive bore. He had asked the teacher to go to the bathroom, just so he could refresh his brain for a while. If he had to hear Mrs. Davis ramble on about some 18th-cen...
At the Pentagon, the Secretary of the Navy, Alan Freeman, sat in his office with a file on his desk. It had been sitting there for two weeks, needing his attention. Normally, such a file would never cross his desk. Don't ask, don't tell could and would be handled on the local level. A base commander, ship's captains, anyone but Admiral Alan Freeman; and yet,...
"Take off those fucking shorts," I demanded. Bradley immediately complied, undoing the button and zipper and pushing the skimpy tan shorts down pass his hips and beefy legs. He wasn't wearing underwear, which was probably just as well because his shorts were so small that not even a jock strap would've been advisable underneath them. He stepped out of them a...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** Prince Thalaeryan tossed his silver braid in frustration. It was bad enough that he had to reclaim his kingdom with the help of savages without those savages subjecting him to every form of slight and disrespect. When I come into my kingdom, he thought, pacing in his tent,...