Matt's face cracked with dry cum when he awoke. His ass was sore from the use the previous day. He groaned when he rolled and sat on the edge of the bed. He rubbed his eyes and looked across the room. John, his master, was still asleep. Matt's morning wood pressed against his belly. Normally, Matt would go to the bathroom and take care of the morning situat...
Ch. 02: The Hot Tub I awoke to the sound and smell of hamburgers sizzling on the stove. Mark was still nestled in the crook of my arm. His soft steady rhythmic breathing was very comforting. I glanced over toward the kitchen and saw that Bob and Greg were happily preparing dinner. It seemed that the knowledge that we were four bi/gay men sharing the house h...
I am the world’s greatest gigolo. Well, at least I was the world’s greatest gigolo. My clientele were usually wealthy women with husbands who rarely spent two seconds at home, much less tended to the raging sexual desires of their wives. This is where I came into the picture. It only took a couple of hours a day to bring these women to their peaks and watch...
A quick warning to anyone who’s about to read this: It’s definitely not going to be a story that’s very well written. It’s not that I’m aiming for a poor quality story, but I write about as well as a gimp dances and I don’t really know how I’m going to go about telling all this. I figure I’ll start off telling a bit about myself and then just write down what...
For some reason, the first thing I remember about that day was the coldness of the glass in the passenger side window of the truck 'Uncle' Brad was driving to his mountain cabin. It was June 1994 and a pre-dawn rain had cooled things off. The sky still was overcast and the threat of a storm still lingered. A few days before, two weeks after high school grad...
[I don't want to hear sad songs anymore, I only want to hear love songs I found my heart up in this place tonight Don't want to sing mad songs anymore, Only want to sing your song 'Cause your song's got me feeling like I'm in love -Rita Ora] [By Emri] +++ "This will let anyone know to whom you belong," Mr. Hamad told me as he opened a file on his desk...
Just wanted to say many thanks to my editor LaRascasse, who helped me a lot on this story. Thank you for reading, comments are welcome. *** "Not so hard," he whimpered and writhed beneath the hard body pressed above him as the thick cock was driven in his ass over and over again. "Needy boy," the man above him chuckled and swivelled his hips, his cock n...
The darkness became a colorful blur and then resolved into the scene of some sort of carnival. Bodies danced vaguely everywhere in the street, and a disorienting cacophony of noise and music swirled around Evan. He had tunnel vision, his field of view limited to what was directly in front of him; as he turned his head, everything in the periphery faded into...
Part 5: Home Again You're supposed to be able to find forgetfulness in a bottle. And I tried. I succeeded, too, but only temporarily. Drinking and zoning out in front of the TV worked okay until the late night news program came on and they started to discuss sexual harassment on the job, with a special focus on the "under-recognized problem of male victims....
I just watched my friend's dad servicing my new roommate's cock... And I enjoyed every second of it. It was, without a doubt, the hottest gay experience I've had in my 7 years since opening up my sexuality to homoerotic pleasures. I have to emphasize the word "gay" in that statement because it isn't the hottest overall sexual experience I've had in my enti...