Sometimes I think I was born with a "fuck me" sign painted on my butt. But then, I seem to have been born with that young and vulnerable look that turns some men on, and I'll have to admit that I love being touched—especially in one particular sensitive spot below and to the left of my navel, where I have a blue rosebud tattooed. Ever since I started having...
All participants are over 18. This is a fantasy that was inspired by a real encounter. ***** The old man got on the bus at exactly eleven p.m. Neal remembered so exactly because he checked the time on his phone to confirm the bus was still on schedule. Sure enough it was. He still had a seven hour ride in front of him to reach his destination. It was fas...
I was broke. I had lost my job and I decided to make some changes, some big changes. I was heading home to work in my brother's restaurant in Spokane, WA. That's where I was born and raised. I left ten years ago after my father has disowned me for coming out of the closet. "No son of mine will be a faggot". Those words were still painful a decade later. My...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** ***Writer's Note*** This is my first time writing a story, hope you would enjoy reading it as much as me writing it. My characters narrated in the story, take on the appearance of Adam Foster and Nat Wolff from the show, room 104 season 1 episode 7, "The Missionaries." Sin...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** ***Writer's Note*** This is my first time writing a story, hope you would enjoy reading it as much as me writing it. My characters narrated in the story, take on the appearance of Adam Foster and Nat Wolff from the show, room 104 season 1 episode 7, "The Missionaries." Sin...
Danny lived in the apartments opposite when we first moved to northern France, with his mother and a dog. He was a small but cute kid, always wearing improbably large glasses and an improbably large maroon jacket and his hair sported an improbably large quiff. He rode around on a bike too small for even him unless his mates came calling in a black BMW. I gue...
I had finished a week long ticket out of the Employment Office's day labor office, which was five consecutive ten hour days of construction clean-up at ten dollars an hour. The three hundred fifty dollars I was paid at the end of the week would pay off the remainder of my rent for the month with plenty of money left over. For the first time in weeks, I was f...
I awoke to Kyle climbing on top of me. He was still nude and so was I. Immediately upon waking up, I could feel how sore my ass was. My boy had fucked me last night good and I could feel it. He was stroking both of our dicks in unison and really thrusting his body into it. "No sense in wasting morning wood, right?" I couldn't disagree. I layed there enjoy...
Chapter Five: David Rapier was an interesting setup. Abilene is much like any other small city of about 100,000 people. The vice is there; it just isn't out in the front room. In the case of Rapier, the club was located in the heart of the red-light district of a few blocks around North and South 1st Streets. But out front was what would ordinarily be taken...
Sean rubbed his sleepy blurry eyes and tried to focus on the alarm clock on the nightstand. 6:25 AM, five minutes until the alarm went off. He usually hated waking up before the alarm, but this morning he had a raging hard on that demanded his immediate attention. At 18 years old, his cock demanded attention just about all the time, but sometimes were more u...