At last I have the courage to write about my sexual experiences. All the stories are true. Only the names have been changed to protect the guilty. STORY 2 Soon after meeting Gerry in the work’s toilet several weeks ago, I was moved to another department within the works. This was normal when one’s an apprentice. Its to help gain work experience, and in my...
I drove to his flat in a state of unbelievable excitement - my first chance to dominate a man, his first time with a male dom too, with the bonus that he had so many fetishes I shared and we had agreed to explore. To save time and to increase my excitement I had dressed in rubber before the journey, with my tightest latex shorts and top hidden beneath my jea...
Emmanuel, cosmopolitan boi that he was, was becoming lonely of late. He still frequented his usual haunts, errant impersonal coffeebars, bookstores, independent record vendors... the like. He knew exactly what pixie faces he would see... he'd already had his choice between most of them, and there would be no surprises there... he was a pretty fag... the metr...
Years ago, when I was in high school, I had been having a smoke in the pump house behind the swimming pool. It was a very secluded place and I had hardly ever encountered anyone there yet suddenly the door opened. In a panic I threw my cigarette down on the rough concrete floor, crushed it out and prepared to run but an arm grabbed hold of me and held tight....
We had just had sex. It used to be that we made love. Or he made love not to me. I made love to him. It was so stupidly ironic—I couldn't stand him for a long time. He did not pursue me or even speak to me. But he did do that a hundred times over, by avoiding me, looking away from me when I accidentally looked at him. We had had student housing at Traylor U...
He was fit and tight. Infantry, I thought. It was 1955. Miz Connie's was a boarding house. Detroit. Autoworkers, most of us. He came in a cab. From the railway station. "Just this suitcase. Gotta room?" She put him in a room off the foyer. Private. Most of us stay in the what we call the barracks bunks twelve men loud and public. He paid his money. P...
Prologue "Well damnit...would you look at that," Vince Tolliver said while looking through the pictures on the computer. The three photos were of he and his friends, Diante Morillo and Jared McKnight. They were standing in front of their high school, Juarez Middle. Diante laughed, looking at is short hair cut, pointing, "Wow, what a terrible do. I'll never...
*********Everyone in this story is fiction and are over the age of 18******** The sun was barely rising when I heard my father's knock on my door. I rolled over and opened my eyes and yelled out a raspy, "I'm awake" He simply replied with an, "Okay, breakfast is being made." I pulled the sheet over my head to cover the sunlight and closed my eyes. I remai...
Rick's mother schlepped into the kitchen in just a mint-green hospital smock and fluffy bedroom slippers. She took a searching, not altogether approving, look at her son, hunched over a cereal bowl, textbooks fanned out around him. Then she moved to the counter beside the refrigerator, took up a half-empty package of cigarettes she found there, and lit a cig...
Chapter 5: Lady Daphne When Khauther, Jake and I got to House Achilles, I decided to stay over in Khauther's room. We didn't have sex, we just talked some more and got to know one each other more. When it was time for shut eye, we just slept together in the same bed. He wasn't bothered by it. The next morning, the sun was trying to break into the room thr...