Disclaimer: 100% Work of ficton ________________ Late Night at the office Part 1 'Im never gonna get to the gym tonight at this rate,' I grumbled to myself as I poured over the latest finance reports, my eyes beginning to blur from staring at the screen for so long. I sat back in my chair and stretched, the bottom of my polo riding up, revealing a small s...
All participants are over 18. This story takes place in 1989. ***** Over a week had passed since I made the life-changing choice to step into a car with strangers. How was I to know then on that late, rainy night that I would be seduced and taken between two men, a sandwich with me in the middle? How was I to know that my untouched prick could be made to...
Author's Note: The following story contains a scene of homosexual sex between two men. If this is not your thing, then please move along. Special thanks to LushTitles for editing this story. Interlude: Now I know what your thinking, I know because I thought it too. How the hell did I get from being straight to enjoying what men did for me and to me? What...
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...
June, 1974, Da Nang Airbase, Vietnam God, he was big; one of the biggest. Shit, he could fuck. Panting, panting, I grabbed the metal legs of the cot on either side in a death grip, my cheek pressed into the rough woolen blanket, my eyes bugging out and my mouth slack and open in a silent scream, as he drove it harder, deeper inside me. Cruel. Rough. Just wh...
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...