By my sophomore year of college I had performed well enough in the class room that I had earned a few scholarships. This meant that my folks were saving money while I was getting my learn on. It also meant that my dad had promised me that if I rode it out for one more year in the dorms that by my junior year I could move off campus. The thought of finally ha...
---- This story is a fictional fantasy based on the relationship between my loving boyfriend and myself. Names are changed. For anyone still holding out hope of closure on my other series, I will probably never write chapter 8. I just lost motivation and inspiration because I knew how I wanted it to end (no more hypnotic control and enjoying a summer vacatio...
Nathan turned and looked at his clock. It was barely 3am and he was just lying there looking at the ceiling. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't stop thinking about his session with Ryan and Jack. He put his hands under the blanket to feel his cocks prison and attempt to get some relief, but it was useless. When he tried to play with himself his cock jus...
This is part of an ongoing story over multiple Categories with common characters. I was zipping down the interstate one night and it was, as usual, pretty empty. I was coming up over the hill and making good time coming back from Needles when the red and blue lights flashed behind me. I headed for the next exit and was on it within seconds, the car follow...
My father loves to keep the yard well maintained. He enjoys brining his coworkers and buddies home and showing it off. Naturally we have a grounds keeper. His name is Mr. Lynne. He is a pleasant older gentleman from Australia who I must admit does a very nice job. Still, one man can’t oversee everything. Dad liked to watch the men work and give instructions...
*all references to characters, locations and events are fictional. Any similarities between this story and real life are purely coincidental* With my mouth and tongue occupied with your dripping cock, my mind begins to take in the details of my predicament. Here I am on my knees in front of you, my lips spread into a large O by the ring gag fastened around...
The guy Chris took to bed after the party was named Tyler. I had to serve them breakfast in bed, and they stayed fucking around, fortunately without me. They headed out to lunch leaving me to my chores. My shock collar was back on, and I got a Dial-A-Fag call from Travis who wanted a fuck then sent me to clean his apartment. I got a text from Josh as I was a...
I'm a bit nervous and shy. We each have a beer, and exchange small talk, while sitting at a kitchen table. When some of the shyness has worn off, you offer to rub my shoulders. "OK," I say. You move behind my chair and start to knead. "Mmm," I say, "that sure feels good." You start rubbing my neck, and then slip your hands down my shirt and onto my pecs,...
Damn it. Very unhappy I missed that. Were there any pictures? How many guys ended up showing up? (sidenote: sometime after I've done alot of Ri#al^n, I'd come over and have you tie me up and let other men use me,yes #1D, no #2D,,,,, #1Drugs, #2Diseases. What all did the other guys and you get to do to him, and is he really just 18? I'd love to hear/read...
All characters in this story are eighteen years old or older. *** I was walking home from spending the afternoon with my only friend, Maggie, when I noticed the group of guys playing football in one front yard. I knew Wayne Boudreau and his older brother, Shane, lived there, but Wayne was a loner and his brother was away at college, so I had no idea what w...