Usual disclaimers apply. Please let me know your thoughts on the story, but if it is criticism try to make it constructive. Additionally, if you find yourself similar to Philip and are a normally alpha guy during the day that would love to submit to a younger guy, please message me. *** Josh had been looking forward to career day, even more than usual. In...
He had packed a bag before leaving for the pharmaceutical plant out near Christiana Mall that morning. He had a fairly easy commute for Wilmington, Delaware. Whereas most faced heavy traffic coming into the center city, he, with his long-suffering wife, two nonresponsive daughters in college, one lazy dog, and two selfish cats, lived in the exclusive Wawaset...
The next morning was filled with the usual last day activities. We had fallen back into being four old friends on a fishing weekend. The beds needed to be stripped. We had a quick breakfast and then cleaned up the kitchen. Greg very carefully stashed the porn DVD's back where we found them. Once the cars were loaded up we had a quick hug. Mark was taking the...
The train pulled into Brighton station exactly on time. It was Christmas Eve and it seemed like half the country was on the move, so I'd been expecting the traditional yuletide delays and endless apologies from bored-sounding tannoy announcers. But everything had gone very smoothly, and I'd even managed to get a seat for the last part of the journey from Lon...
Opening night. The play had been denounced in letters to the editor, a TV news segment had run the night before, and a handful of protestors toted signs up and down the sidewalk. That was just what a college with a zero publicity budget needed. The house was almost full. It went without a hitch. Everyone's performance was sharp, tech missed not a single cu...
Drake looked through the picture window of the prefab and rubbed his eyes against the desert sun. Why did they have a picture window in the conference room of the administrative building at all, he wondered. Why not a cooling Alpine scene mural on a blank wall? All he could see was sand and sun and blue sky—and the plumbing equipment for natural gas extracti...
One Patrick knocked on the door of the sterile white room. He greeted me from behind the abrasive expression of a mask. Our embrace pulled me snug against his growing cock. The tips of my thumbs traced downward and around defined obliques, tracing the arrow that pointed to his cock. His definition felt sharp against my fingers. Deep brown eyes held my gaze....
There was not enough praying I could do, not enough time spent reading the Holy Word that wouldn't get those two out of my head. It wasn't a relationship thing, like they both said. I didn't love them, not like that. At least I thought I didn't. As brothers, sure. In the trenches, on Sundays, Mondays, a few Thursdays, we stood there and demanded nothing b...
There are parallels with some of these characters with real life people. Purely for entertainment purposes only. ***** I believed in God but my faith was not standard, not something that most would expect me to have. With what I did, I really couldn't look to the Good Book for answers and I couldn't now especially when I had thoughts of corrupting His favo...
This is a story told to me by a friend. He read my story about Florence and emailed me. We found we both lived in the same area of England and as he liked the way I told my story, he asked me if I would relate one of his experiences. He gave me a lot of the details but I have 'embellished' it because he was embarrassed about some of it and I like to write re...