As I am walking the streets my neck, shoulder and chest are bleeding yet I cannot feel a thing. Sadly this far off the main path no one is around to notice me stumbling down the street shirtless, bleeding and wondering how I got raped by a werewolf. After a few nameless streets I found one I recognized and started towards my apartment, seeing no one along th...
*****Everyone in this story is Fiction and is over the age of 18**** ***** Beads of sweat trickled down my face as I jogged down the lonely path. I was 30 minutes into my run with only a few feet left on the route. While on the run I thought about the events of the past weekend with Darwin. He had stayed the entire weekend. We stayed in, watched movies tog...
Chapter 3: Thursday Afternoon at Tim's Place While I pedaled over to Tim's place, my mind was full of thoughts about what was likely to happen. How would things get started? Who would make the first move? What would the first move be? Would he let me suck his cock? How should I do it? Should I let him shoot off in my mouth? What would it taste like? Should...
K. Nitsua. Revised version copyright 2006 by the author. The persistent beeping of an alarm threads its way into my consciousness. Slowly, reluctantly, I open my eyes to an unfamiliar light and unfamiliar surroundings. Where am I? In a moment my brain orients itself. The small travel clock on the dresser, which I only use here, reads six-thirty a.m. Despit...
Zach, Z to most, had just started out as another Pimp in London. Only Z was different to most, Z wasn't a want-to-be gangster. Z had made a small fortune working for a top Hedgefund, but the hours were long and at 35 Z had had enough. He wanted out, and to a career more suited to his needs, fed up to sucking up to the next client, the higher up suit and the...
Waking up around 8am, the first thing I did was to enjoy several hits of the sticky black hash purchased yesterday, followed by taking a luxuriously hot shower. Back in the room, I took stock of, then resorted my supplies. Which included condoms, joints, cash, poppers, and a variety of maps. The weather was grey, but dry and not too cold for late October -...
We spent the rest of the day drinking, with Sarge giving me an occasional golden cocktail, or when he felt like it a golden shower in the main bathroom. As he said, there was bound to be a golden shower in the movie we were due to start shooting on Monday, so I may as well get used to it. I didn't mind – as I said earlier, I'd had a pretty strict upbringing...
My best friend Sam is such a nice guy. He's the type that everyone liked at school. We had always been best friends, and as we grew up that didn't change, even though he became the cool sporty guy who ran track and played football, and I became the nerd who studied too much. We went off to university and remained friends throughout. I came out and had my f...
So, Tommy, Tom, has filled you in for a couple of chapters on how our first time has been going. At eighteen, a year younger than me, he is every bit my equal in the desire to make our time together a lasting one. "Sorry about the one towel thing, Tommy." Guess I should have done some laundry before my folks left for the weekend. Anyway, I thought I would t...
Ellis Bellman looked at himself in the full-length mirror on his closet. He wasn't a bad looking young man; pale-skinned, slim, a bit of hair on his thighs and chest, muscles where you're supposed to have them, even if they weren't very impressive. His fair hair was long and untidy, parted on the side. He tried to imagine how girls saw him. Would they autom...