I was now fitting into my new life as Tyrone's whore. It's been two months since I began my transition from a functioning and boring man into a sexy girlie boy. My pimp, Tyrone, is my master. He is my everything. He has taught me so many ways to service real men and now I feel confident of my skills. I have done it all. Fucking, and sucking is just the begin...
Keith and I grew up in the same area of neighborhoods. We always knew of each other but it wasn’t until high school that we actually started hanging out together. During our sophomore year we got to a point that we were inseparable. The rest of high school we did everything together – going to parties, going on double dates, planning our futures, etc. When w...
This is the story of a late bloomer.....a kid that never had much to do with anything sexual all the way into his late teens. I am sure there are a lot like me out there, but most of us are too embarrassed to admit how long it took for us to reach full sexual awareness. I guess it depends on your up bringing and where you grow up and who you happen to grow u...
"Oh fuck," I moaned. I opened my eyes seeing Thomas on top of me wearing only a pair of trunks. I'd love to wake up to that sight every time if I could. His lips were on my abs, slowly kissing each one. His tongue dragged between each muscle lightly teasing me. My cock was hard, back in my jock. Thomas must have put it on me when I was asleep. I wish I h...
Authors note: The idea for this story hit me back in early July and I was up until the wee hours of the morning writing on Chapter 1. It was the second story I wanted to write and get published here. The first story, titled "Hot Cargo," is partially based on a true personal experience, and is still in draft stage. I have had some strange experiences while...
We were at the bar. "I think the porn industry is undervalued," he said with a slur in his voice. "Me too," I said with a raise of my glass. Tom and I were drinking at the hotel bar and we were clearly into our cups as my Irish friends might say. I had met him earlier in the week, both of us spending our evenings at the bar after doing different jobs in th...
John and I cleaned up after he fucked my face in his parents' shower. Once again, we switched to friend mode talking about our girlfriends, complaining about our customers and discussing sports. We got dressed and ordered a pizza. We watched some TV while waiting for it. Neither one of use mentioned what had just happened. About 30 minutes later there was...
Tag is so much more understanding about my confession than I could ever have hoped for. With the sun beginning to set, he's still allowing me to spill my guts, no laughs, not a single negative comment about my deepest, darkest desires. "Here yeah go Robbie, kill it, I've had enough, my throat is burning like all get out." The last of the joint is passed, b...
He thought he'd never get away from work that afternoon, but at last he was out the door, in his car, and heading down the road away from the city. Ron Wilcox breathed a sigh of relief. He was good at his job, and he and everyone else knew it. The bad part about that was that other people assumed he'd be there round the clock to bail them out when they got i...
Peter lost himself in a crowed train station while still in his disguise. He walked right past two members of his organization, not being noticed by either of them. Still, he ducked into an adjacent pub, quickly finding a seat at a table where he could see the front door, yet was close to the back door if an immediate escape was required. He wasn't ready t...