8=> 8=> 8=> 8=> 8=> "My lovely assistant, Joy, will now demonstrate that the cabinet does not contain any hidden devices." The light from the overhead spotlights glittered in the light-blue sequins covering the short blond's torso, arms and legs; only his head, hands, crotch, the bottoms of his feet and the inner curve of his ass-cheeks weren't covered in...
I thought I was about to die. I had persuaded Auntie B that I had to go alone to find the man of my dreams. After arguing back and forth for two months she had agreed and had settled a remarkable amount of money on me. I journeyed as a man, for obvious reasons, though my masculine clothes already felt to me as though they were a disguise. I went to the first...
This is intended to be the first of a series of short stories inspired by explicit Victorian pornography photographs. This story includes intimate natural smells, mutual male sexual activity and an open approach to natural bodily functions - if any of this doesn't sound like it's for you, read no further. If this excites you, let me know what you think of my...
It's been a few weeks now that Marlon has joined Amanda and I in the sack...and by joined I mean completely taken over. From that first night where Amanda had become completely enamored with his large black cock as well as watched me succumb to it too, our sex life had revolved around him. We barely fucked or fooled around anymore except for a few times wher...
Time really has sped up lately. Graduation from University was sort of a let down though. I'd built it up in my head for so long that when the time actually came, it was a bit anticlimactic. It was great being with all of my friends and family leading up to yesterday afternoon but once it was all over, well, a feeling of disappointment sort of washed over me...
John turned partially on his side when Eric introduced himself. When he looked up at Eric he realized that the picture on Eric's website didn't really do the man complete justice. Eric was dressed in a form fitting t-shirt and a pair of silk Japanese pants similar in style to those worn by martial artists. Outlined in the thin material of Eric's pants John c...
I remember talking to a mate at work about how much I missed my old playing days in football and longed for that team camaraderie, getting together after for drinks. I really missed it. He told me that he recently joined a new club and that if I wanted to come check it out, I was welcome to come. I asked what it was called and he said it was the Greek Societ...
Summertime in the tourist town of Speculator, New York back in the early 70's. *** The door was locked and the lights had just gone out in the little convenience store on Main Street in Speculator, New York. It had been a lousy day business-wise, what with the steady rain that had fallen all day in the sleepy tourist town, and now owner Red O'Brien had ano...
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 -...
This is one of a series of stories that revolve around the hand-rolled cigar and the men who use them, smoke them and make them, and it was inspired by the following paragraph- During the same period, cigar smoking had become so popular among gentlemen in Britain and France that European trains introduced smoking cars to accommodate them, and hotels and clu...