David and me, perfect harmony... Invariably if I touch David he touches me too. It is nice. It is a sort of relationship that generates mutual harmony and trust. I have become accustomed to his ways which generally are compatible with mine. If on the rare occasion they are not then I will try and adapt because in my book, that is what love and loving is a...
Seeing Danny again was like how it feels when you drive a brand new car for the first time. It had been Five years for God's sake and we had a lot of loving to make up. I don't bother what other guys say to me. So okay he is older than me, by 20 years in fact -but I do prefer older guys, somehow they seem to be more considerate lovers and have a lot more l...
Crashing through the undergrowth of the tropical trees in the hot, humid air, Kweku fought to understand where he'd gone wrong. It wasn't his fault that Nana Opuku Ware, the Ashanti King, favored him, a by-blow, over the son who would be king, Okyere. Kweku had overheard Okyere whining to the king, telling him that Kweku was revealing to the Dutch team cam...
There was a subtle knock of the door; Nicholas scanned his eyes across the room once more. Everything seemed to be in order, he thought. Let us see what we shall see. The door opened, revealing his trusted servant, bodyguard, fixer and partner in business, Wells. The man had an imposing figure, tall, square-shouldered, very large hands and equally large fee...
(This story is a spin-off of "Bobby and the Cop" and "Bobby and the Jock". You don't have to read those stories first, but I recommended it.) I stared up at the blue sky and watched the white cumulus clouds slowly drift by. It was eerily silent. Suddenly whistles and voices shouting assaulted my ears. The growing white noise of a crowd hissed in the backg...
This is a homoerotic story set in an imaginary sultanate called Ras al Shahar located in the south of the Arabian Peninsula. The time is the late ninth century AD and the story starts in the year 870, some three hundred years after the birth of Mohammed, the Prophet of Islam. The place and characters are entirely a figment of the author's imagination whose o...
Prologue My business card is very discrete. It says quite simply Sebastian - Male Escort By appointment only Telephone xxxxxxxx For those unfamiliar with the term 'Male Escort', let me explain. It is a euphemism for a man who is a professional copulator, selling what is usually known as anal stimulation to his exclusively male clientele. Crudely put, a M...
Badger went with a smile on his face... © Alex Carr 2011/ As far as Badger was concerned I could have sucked cock all evening, it was just something about him, his stance, his charisma, everything that attracted me to him, there was me, laying on his tummy, pulling his ample cock back to touch his navel and me, just stretching it back to reveal the tempting...
When he touched me I immediately felt the need for his wonderful surge inside me. The way he rubbed me up was divine and his rimming a delight out of this world. "You have a wonderful disposition" John told me as I felt the stroke of his palm across my buttocks and I responded taking his growing cock into my hand and squeezed it profoundly, the way he likes...
It's been a few hours since Jayson left, I felt like shit and I didn't want to do anything. I have been curled up on the couch since. Though I've stopped crying, I still feel like utter shit. I was just thinking of how stupid I was to let myself go when I heard a loud knock on the door. I grunt and force myself to answer the door. I plod over to the door and...