Small towns are all the same. Racists, cows, and that one weird racist guy who sleeps with the cows. Personally, I just wanted to leave my town. My name is Carter, and this is how I went from promising high school student with a bright future, to a strung out slut, desperate for sex. I'm white, about 6 feet tall, and I'm built like a swimmer. That is, fairly...
So lets start from the beginning: I've been married for 12 years. Don't get me wrong: i love Bridget. We have our ups and downs, like every couple. But I do love her. However, sex life isn't what it used to be. And for about a year now, I have been having these recurring cravings to be with men. I don't know where this comes from, or if it will go away. But...
Once I got there, I walked up the front path to Roy's house. It was the biggest house in town, a total mansion. I rang the doorbell, and Roy opened the door with a smug look on his face. He was wearing the same clothes as the day before, minus the football pads. "Come on in, fag. We have the place to ourselves, since my parents are gone for a couple weeks,"...
I am a cock and cum slut. I truly mean that. I cannot get enough of men's cock. Morning, noon, and night, I love servicing hard, throbbing, dripping cocks, and feeling them fuck my throat until they shoot their warm creamy loads down my eager, waiting gullet. Of course, it is no surprise that this overwhelming desire makes me naturally submissive. Over the y...
I know, I know. I haven't posted anything here for over a year, but part of my nature is to be lazy when it comes to these things. This story is one of transformation; some might say corruption, so let's compromise and call it a corruptive transformation of a younger man by an older man, or maybe it was the corruption of an older man by a younger man, who kn...
I walked in after Steve and he told me to stand in the corner looking to the door, with my feet apart. My hands held to my neck, my newly acquired tits wobbling in from of me, my walk forced to be bow legged by the big beast of a plug that was clenched by my hungry hole. Master S walked in a minute or two later and stopped in front of me, crossing his muscu...
When Tom Newman first saw the young man nervously enter the campus Ratskeller where the mixer was being held, at first he was certain that someone had spiked the rum punch he had been sipping with something far more potent because that couldn't be who he thought it was. It had been a couple of years seen they had shared a gym class back at Colonie High Scho...
Chapter 1: The Beginning Pelaam, August 2007. Wyl trudged wearily through the driving rain. The chill he had been suffering had definitely taken a turn for the worse. He stopped as he coughed harshly, tears springing to his eyes in its aftermath. He panted, feeling cold and sore and light-headed. He really couldn't afford to take time off from the evening...
"I want to be naked with you," I whined to Marty, "is there any night we can be together? Maybe spend the night in a motel?" I already knew the answer. His wife, Miriam, told me she will intentionally be out of town Friday night so I could lure her husband to the motel. It was simply a matter of Marty working up enough nerve to meet me in public instead of...
Hey everyone!!! Sorry for not posting for a long time. I meant to write a lot more but my bosses decided that overtime is actually a good thing. First of all, I need to say thank you to Drenkara for helping straighten out what I wanted to do with this story. It's too bad that life had to get busy before I finished, but thank you for your help. Next, thank...