He always threatened me with being exposed to my coworkers, to the world as the sissy I am to him. Usually it was part of what I thought was his dirty talk, sex talk. He'd tease me with it. He'd be deep inside of me, slow fucking me, talking dirty into my ear. Or he'd have me restrained and be masturbating me as part of 'my reward', as he called it, and woul...
Labor Day weekend passed and things started to return to normal. Greg & Nina returned from their vacation, Greg had really gotten sunburned while on vacation, so Nina tended to him the first few days they were back. My client schedule picked up again, I had three assignments that week. The fall semester was going to begin the following week, and I was anxiou...
It started out as an English project while I worked on my Masters at Oxford. I came there from Los Angeles on a Fulbright scholarship to study self-identified sexual orientation among internet users. As a bisexual, I always questioned the idea that people could be born liking one gender other the other and stay that way forever. By analyzing stories and pers...
A story told through the mind of a young man... * It's been about fifteen minutes since I heard the car pull into the driveway. He waited out in the car for a minute, and then I heard the car door open and then close. Then came the faint footsteps along the path in front of the house and up the steps. He's trying to be quiet, probably for two reasons. On...
We left the cabin carrying rifles and backpacks. As we walked through the woods Jon and I discussed hospital medical cases and procedures as if nothing had changed between us. There was no embarrassment, no playful knowing glances; it was as if things were the same as before yet we both knew it wasn't. I could feel a new intimacy between us and instinctively...
*This is my first story so don't hesitate to tell me what I'm.doing wrong and what I'm doing right. Please comment and tell me if I'm doing well.* -All characters are 18+- "Jesus christ, please tell me you didn't get caught." Coach Ether sighed out rubbing his forehead with the fingers. My silence seemed to have answered the question to him. "Channing,...
I had felt the tension for a long time, and for a long time I had wondered if there was such a thing as making a "safe" move. My capacity to appreciate other men as sexually attractive doesn't bother me at all, mostly because it rarely insinuates itself into real life. I'll have the occasional same-sex fantasy while masturbating, or during a lazy weekend af...
Clusters of Turks sit cross-legged on richly woven carpets. Young men still in their late teens, idle and relaxed in these last days of summer, they glance up from teacups when I enter, their dark eyes like shadows, watching as I cross the room and stand at the desk and wait for the man behind it to give me a towel. A barrel-chested, shirtless man, he smil...
I answered the classified ad with trepidation. I was married, everyone assumed I had the perfect life and here I was answering an ad from a guy looking to have sex with "bi-curious" men. In the letter to the blind box address I accurately described myself as 6' 1", with brown hair, brown eyes, a swimmer's build and a great tan - except for my brilliant white...
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. As fiction, the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be un...