It was beaut having Uncle Rob's mate Guy over for the evening. He's always up for a laugh and it's great how his no-nonsense way of speaking and brash sense of humour are so at odds with the airs and graces Uncle Rob puts on. It was especially great, though, because I knew there was a lot more on the cards than just a fun night with my uncle, Guy and my cou...
Special note: This is a love story between two men who were brought together in the aftermath of tragedy. A lot of the subject matter deals with depression and the struggles that come with mental illness, but it also is a story of hope, second chances, and a bond that is stronger than sorrow, hopelessness, and even death. While there will be some steamy part...
For 19 year old Randy Davidson, the intern position at the printing company had begun as something to keep him busy until college resumed in the fall, but after the owner of the firm took a liking to the lad things changed. Maybe it was because George Beck sensed that the young man had similar feelings toward him, despite the fact that at 64 he was more tha...
I had been waiting days for Daddy to show up again. I had waited long enough I had started to wonder about his life outside of my ass. We had agreed in the beginning that I was to not know his name nor anything about his life. But I started to wonder if he lead a double life. A wife? Kids? Maybe that is why he was obsessed with the idea of me calling him dad...
What is it about the unobtainable things in life that makes them so alluring? Is it the thrill of the chase, even when we know that it has a foregone conclusion? Is it the air of mystery, the spirit of the unknown that draws us to these illicit treasures like moths to the flame? Everyone says that the forbidden fruit is always the sweetest, but why? These t...
The old man and I had fallen into a routine. He'd show up at my place and take me whenever he wanted and I had become good at calling him Daddy and pretending I didn't want him to fuck my ass. Daddy liked to feel like he was corrupting me, like he was taking my cherry every time. Sometimes he would let me punish him for hurting me but mostly I just got flo...
I had been fantasising about dick for a long time. On and off, I had spent most of my adult life masturbating to thoughts of cock and of getting fucked. Very rare was the orgasm achieved from aroused thoughts of women, though I was always looking at them with lust. But if you had asked me, I would have said I was straight; *maybe* bi if push came to shove. I...
Part 2: In which I consider leaving Luis and going solo... As I told you last time, I'd acquired a manager to market my sexual expertise. Then there was a week when Luis leased me out, or maybe traded me -- I never learned the full details, to a massage parlour called 'Le Homme Libre'. When I protest I know nothing about giving a massage he laughs. The clie...
Special Thanks to madam_tasha for amazing editing and assistance. I sat on the motel bed feeling a nervous excitement. "This will do just fine," I thought to myself, as I looked around the cheap, seedy room. It was relatively clean but had definitely seen better days. The carpet, an ugly pale green, was worn and faded from years of use. An oddly patterned...
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. As fiction, the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be un...