My name's Rudy. Rudolpho actually. Rudolpho Anthony Teagan. What in the fuck were my parents taking? After all, our lineage stretches back to the Irish; and really? Rudolpho? I'm at a total loss on that one. But that's not the story you want to hear. Let's begin. I ended up living in Los Angeles due to my indulgence in a lustful undertaking. A good budd...
A story about Paul Brady, a 62 year old newly retired teacher, and Carson Taylor, a young lad who was his neighbor. ... I was standing at the kitchen sink, rinsing out my coffee cup, when I heard the sound of the lawn mower being fired up, and I couldn't help but chuckle as I peeked out the window and saw my industrious young neighbor, Carson Taylor pushi...
I'm now considered a Senior Citizen, having reached my 65th birthday last September. I now draw Social Security, but that is not quite enough to live on, so I supplement my SS with a part time job, delivering drugs for a local pharmacy. As a rule I work from about 3 PM to 9 PM about 4 days a week, which usually nets me about $180 a week after taxes. It was...
It was easy to keep myself busy at work – too busy to have time to think about recent events. I made it all the way to five o'clock without once feeling the need to reexamine my sexuality or my relationship with my roommate but as soon as I walked into the door of the apartment, as soon as I laid eyes on that couch – the one that John had stretched back in j...
I didn't plan to write another story about my time with Stefan, but because of the comments I received, I thought I would tell a little bit more about what happened between us. This is kind of a long story, and I needed some time to reconstruct this day in my mind. This took place in the Fall of 2008, so some of the events might be a little inaccurate. I hop...
Back in 1973 I was a nineteen-year old English University student learning about bondage and discipline. I'd spent the night with Gary, an older man who'd shown me how to suck and fuck for the first time. "Hey, wakey-wakey, it's nine o'clock already and my cock can't wait any longer. Roll over so I can get the cuffs back on." I was groggy and disoriented,...
I went back over to Lana's apartment to talk to her. Luckily, Jake had left for the afternoon and we had the opportunity to talk for hours. She helped me realize that Paul was special to me because he was my first and currently the only guy that I gave my ass up to, but I didn't have any particular romantic emotions towards him. In return, I gave her some ti...
Summary: After seventeen year of a one-sided rivalry between two childhood friends, one man's past mistakes brings him to his knees in a series of calculated events... DISCLAIMER: DO NOT READ if you will be offended by various forms of humiliation, name-calling, etc. this is meant to be a power-fetish fantasy story, with elements of domination/submission....
The music was unbelievably erotic, the pumping disco originally encountered in my youth, which gay sex venues have provided over decades, the lyrics and beat emphasizing the pure pleasure of my hard cock being jacked off by another man. I'd eaten a cannabis bon-bon a couple of hours ago, then enjoyed a couple of cold beers upstairs. Now, a stranger and I wer...
"Jake, you're on," I said into the invisible mike. Sending Jake, the young blond ex surfer who I was assured was 20 but who definitely looked underage, off into the reception area of a driver reliever centre - somewhere in Colorado. I sat back, keeping an eye on the equipment and occasionally turning to watch the visuals. The guys were all on the ball today...