The following account of late 19th century sexual torment was taken from the journal of Daniel Nickels, the Captain of the brig Waccamaw during the Civil War. The journal was discovered hidden behind a wall during recent renovations at the Bellaire Plantation in Savannah, Georgia, where the Captain lived after the war. I surveyed the chamber for the upcomi...
The next morning I woke up and got out of bed. Chris had already gone to the shower so I went to my mirror to see what I looked like. I really shouldn’t have been surprised when I saw that my face was covered with dried cum. I grabbed my shower towel off a hook on the back of our door, used it to dry rub the cum off my cheeks and lips and then wrapped...
My name is Steve Broughton but some people call me Stevie. Actually it's been a while since anyone has called me Stevie and I find that I miss it. I was married and have two teenage children. I have a good secure job that I keep at the sufferance of others. I work in an office where I am pretty much solely responsible for the day to day operations for the co...
My phone went off; a text. Marcus – "Back in town for the day. Bookstore?" It was Marcus. It had been awhile since I had seen him and to tell the truth, I was hoping he would get back to me. I texted him back. Me – "No. My place is better." No reply. Shit, maybe I had scared him off. Fuck it, I wanted some coffee. Took a shower; filled up my flask and h...
I enter the darken room. A light shines down, the lone bright spot in the room. I head straight to it like always. Illuminated by the light is a black leather chair and a small table with all the things I need. I don't see him, but I know he's there. He's always there, in the dark, waiting for my arrival. This has been going on for some time, this little gam...
I spent a week at a training class in Miami last October. I love that area; it is so full of beautiful people living the highlife. Then there is me, a 59 year old chubby guy who does not fit in with them at all, but I still like to watch them. The classes were in the morning which left the afternoons free so I thought I would go lay on the beach to colorize...
"You really wanted it this morning, didn't you?" Leonard said. He laughed as he rose off Dan on the bed. "And, woowie, look at that hole." He grabbed a hand mirror off the dresser and held it between Dan's bent and spread legs, his buttocks elevated on a bolster, so the younger guy by a good twenty-five years could see the effects of how Leonard had worked h...
My cock was hard and I was thinking about Aaron. It had been awhile since we had gotten together; I mean just the two of us. Oh, I love getting together with more than one guy at a time, but one on one could be pretty satisfying; with the right one and Aaron was my guy. He must have been thinking the same thing as I heard my phone go off and it was a text fr...
James was sleeping soundly, around 8 o'clock still sucking his thumb like a baby. At that time, the alarm went off, waking him up instantly. The sleep wasn't such a deep one because he woke up too many times while finding himself in the middle of various nightmares. He sat up on the bed, rubbing his eyes. His entire face was wet from the baby like drooling...
The late summer evening breeze felt relaxing coming in through the window of my car as I headed for my all too familiar rendezvous. Over the past few weeks Mr. Dickson, who I now knew as Steve, had been true to his word, he had frequently called or text me to come to his service. Being Steve's personal cock sucker was something that I was beginning to get ac...