I don't get to travel often so I was excited to finally get an opportunity to travel, and not just travel but take a trip to San Francisco. Work keeps me chained to my desk most of the time but I needed to make some client calls. It's not that San Francisco is so far from LA, but it might as well be the moon because I get away so infrequently. I'm gay and...
There was something in the young Vietnamese man's eyes, a strength of will, and knowledge of his power over me. Yes, I know it wasn't logical. It is not as if I were a weakling or a waif. We were about evenly matched in height and I'm sure my own 155 pounds exceeded his by 20. But still, he intuitively knew what I needed and what I lacked. I was young thoug...
This story is dedicated to all the real Super Heroes of our time - The Service men and women of our Armed Forces and First Responders. This story is a work of pure 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 l...
*Next chapter is nearly ready. I love this series, and if I finish the chapters I'll issue them faster. All Characters are 18+* * "Neil!" I caught his semen in a twist of tissue. He always said that when he came. Always. It bothered me. It bothered me more then some of the things I did at night. At least they knew me as Ryan. At least they paid me a dec...
This story is about Chris and Justin, roommates during their sophomore year in college. After a bumpy start, Justin has turned Chris into a live-in submissive. In an unexpected development, Chris was invited to rush Justin's fraternity, and is now a pledge there. The roommates' RA, Mason Evans, is a member of the same fraternity, and appears to have it in fo...
This is a copyrighted work of fiction. Do not reproduce without permission from the author. Thanks. Not A Date Monday night Ryan cooked. He made spaghetti sauce from scratch and homemade meatballs and put it over pasta he gave a fancy Italian name but just looked like little spirals to me. We watched an old black and white foreign film which didn't make m...
"Pour some of this down your throat," I said to Matt. I placed an opened can of beer on the coffee table in front of him. "It's small isn't it mate?," he said, picking the can up off the table before wrapping his lips around the oblong shaped hole at the top. "What is?" Matt tilted his head back, his fluctuating adams apple showing as he took a long, thi...
My fuck-buddy Rob has always been fascinated to hear about my time in prison. I told him early on in our hook-ups that life inside hadn't actually been that interesting – that it was mostly mind-splittingly dull and that the sex, such as it was, was brief and infrequent – but he keeps asking about it as if he thinks I'm holding back on telling him all the ju...
I was driving down I-75 and it had literally become a trip through hell on earth. A trip that would normally take 8 or 9 hours had stretched already into 13 with no end in sight. I had left Detroit that morning at 6 AM and I'd been on the road ever since. I had told my cousin that I'd arrive in Nashville in the early afternoon but it was 6 PM and I was stil...
Note on Language: This is a story about two blokes who are from northern England. While I've toned it down a little, there's a lot of linguistic references in this story which might take some explaining, especially in the dialogue. It might help to know that "Nowt" and "Summat" are "nothing" and "something", that "da" and "fatha" both mean "father", that "...