"I don't right think he'll last the night, Massa. Land, I don't know what's taken' away the cream of our young men on this plantation." "Leave me with him, Elvie. I'll see if I can give him some peace." He watched until the woman had left the hut and then went over and silently shot home the bolt on the door. Returning to the pallet that took up much of th...
"I have a cabin up at Massanutten. Why don't I give the key to that to you and you can go up there this weekend and just sack out?" Reg3 was standing by my desk, having stopped in his periodic soaring through the offices, to notice that I was still in a morose mood. I was taken aback, though, both because he noticed and because he was suggesting that I coul...
Friday, 25th June, 1999 - London SIMON “Shambles? Whaddaya mean, a shambles?” Simon Hathaway had to shout in order to be heard above the sound of running water as he showered away the last vestiges of sleep. His young lover, Thom Woodford, had been reading aloud from a selection of newspaper reviews carrying varied accounts of Whipsnade’s Oxford Apollo s...
Dear Readers, I am very sorry for removing my story, An Ancient Art without warning, and for my long absence from the site. I removed it to try and get it published, but have been busy working on other projects and my boring every day job. Thank you for your emails, comments and support. They have encouraged me to submit stories to publishers, three of wh...
I can't pretend like I feel like everything is okay. I get the sense that something is off, from Adam's strange quietness to his unceremonious disappearance. It didn't sit right with me. So the first thing I do is text him: "Hey, how much do I owe you for last night?" I hesitate before adding his name after the "Hey" to make it seem more personal or lighthea...
Summary: Lonely married cock sucker discovers young cock close to home. Note: Thanks to Tex Beethoven for editing this story. Note 2: This is a holiday 2019 Contest Story. Lonely Cock Sucker I love cock. I love everything about it. The variety of shapes. The upward curve that often makes me gag even on a smaller cock. The downward curve that slides int...
We had been texting for a few days now, and we were finally making plans to meet. "So, what are you thinking?" "A bar sounds good!" He just turned 21 a few months ago, so he's still really excited about being able to go out. "Alright... I'm new in town so let me look this up." "Looks like there's a gay bar about halfway between us. 'The Alley'." "I'll...
Author's Note: Avoid this story if references to smoking cigarettes and doing drugs will offend you. I based this on an actual organic encounter from my college days, and I didn't want to excise that context. In real life, I left the party when "Billy" drunkenly tried to start a fight with someone there. I've always wondered where his shameless flirting on t...
I spent the remainder of the day after my checkup with Dr. Curtis simultaneously scheming a grand scheme, and compulsively checking my phone. I did the latter desperately hoping for a text from Gavin; the former High School hunk athlete turned landscaper whom as of late had begun using my ass for his pleasure. It had been days since we'd last hooked up, when...
February 2010 "Justin tells me you'll take cock for fifty dollars." The massively muscular dark chocolate Tulane all-American fullback, dressed only in athletic shorts, showing off the physique of a god, completely filled the doorway of the small basement bedroom in the Alpha Tau fraternity house. He was leaning against one side of the door frame, his musc...