Fierre is an 18 year old French Duellist in the city of Demacia. Standing at 5'10 he is smaller than many other fighters his age. Clothed from neck to toe in a skin tight black bodysuit which hugs the plump cheeks of his bum enticingly. Two long silvery white boots, the edges lined with a gold tint. Some leg guards coloured the same with a matching pair on h...
Maybe it was how free the young waiter was with the boisterous crowd on Saturday afternoon in the Rothenburg, Germany, bierstübe—beerhall—with him touching the men and them touching him and patting his biceps, chest, and bottom as he passed, swinging up to six full beer steins in his hands without losing a drop of lager. The array of steins looked almost as...
I nervously waited in the Philadelphia International Airport baggage claim area for Angus Talbot to pass through from his return from three weeks in the Bahamas. That was half the time I'd been working for him, transferring from the Chicago office at his request. At twenty-five, I was in my first job following graduate school as a concept artist at a major a...
Samir could hardly be called delicate in declaring who or what he was. I guess his blatant arrogance was what attracted me to him and had me submitting to him—that he seemed to have every reason to have supreme self-confidence. When he opened the door of the Dama Rose Hotel room in Damascus, Syria, on the first knock and our driver was standing there in the...
An hour or so later I departed from my house and went over to Casey's. I couldn't believe how easy it was to get him to succumb to my will. I figured I could have a lot fun with him going forward. I hadn't had a good boy to please me in years. Usually it takes a couple days to break in a boy to the idea of being my slut, but Casey must be tired of jerking...
Author's Note: I enjoyed writing this series... I hope that you enjoyed reading it =) ----------------------------------- Sighing happily the Headmaster pulled his limp dick from Mr. Peterson's ass and slapped the firm cheek. Looking up he asked, "Would you like a try Cory?" Cory stared at the pink, slightly gaping hole, his cock buried in Mr. Peterson's...
I've gotten a lot of emails and comments since my first story about my black cock addiction, mostly about why some guys develop it and how they interpret this aspect of their sexuality. Here are a few more of my thoughts on the subject. There are a lot of different fetishes in the world, and most people who have fetishes have several different reasons for d...
Chapter 02 The hustle It was a Wednesday night. There is nothing deader than my bar on a Wednesday night. We did all our business on the weekends. I'm sure Pete would rather close the place during the week if he could get away with it. But he couldn't, so here I was watching three drunks nurse their beers. It was about an hour before closing when he came...
I am going to write about my first experience during the most sexual year of my life. I was out of control that year but really loved being dominated by men and lived with an older guy who had a girlfriend. It was summer and I was going to be a junior in college and most of my friends had already graduated so I desperately needed a roommate to split my apart...
Surprise!! It was just over a year since Janek and I first met in the showers after a football game. It took a bit of time but we now had a regular routine of meeting for hot sex. We were careful not to arouse the suspicion of our wives or anyone else for that matter. It wasn't like either of us was about to leave our other half and take up living together....