© Sadie-Rose Bermingham 2003 “Easy Money!” Rabid John told Ray in the pub. “Close yer eyes, spread yer legs, easy as fallin’ outta bed!” John was a skinny, bug-eyed Yorkshire exile, who made his money on the mean streets around Mile End. He might have been twenty or fifty, it was hard to say, and Ray did not ask. John had a temper, especially when he hadn...
What a day. It had been one problem after another it seemed like. I was beat, mentally and physically, and I needed a hot shower and a cold beer. I knew that the hot water would feel especially good on my weary bones after the long day at the office. We had hired a new cleaning company for our office building and I was in charge of making sure they showed up...
The lad grinned across at me, pleased for the lift. I wasn't going exactly where he wanted, but I could take him to a motorway junction twenty miles short without too much of a detour. He'd have to sort himself out from there: either stand in the cold with his thumb sticking out, like he had before I pulled up, or otherwise pay for a bus. He didn't look lik...
"Good evening, sir, what can I get you?" "Vodka and tonic." "One vodka and tonic coming right up, sir." My customer was an attractive man with salt and pepper hair and yet he didn't look physically old enough to have almost totally grey hair. Handsome, he was tanned with a tight muscled frame, probably just under six feet. He was too rugged and masculine...
It was shaping up to be a stressful day for Paul. The eighteen year old had spent the morning on his family's private golf course and most of the afternoon getting acquainted with his new private masseur only to enter the west kitchen for a snack and be blatantly disrespected by Alphonse, the uncouth new pool cleaner, causing him a level of stress he was not...
This is a fantasy that involves male-on-male action and forced sex. If you're not into that please move on. It isn't meant to be a great work of literature, it's meant to be a silly fantasy of mine. I've been in rural Iowa for the last few months working in a temporary office for my firm and it's been an adjustment. The food, the weather, the people; eve...
COCK-SUCKER: SLUT TALES PAYMENT IN KIND (MY CONFESSION) Did you ever wake up in the morning feeling tousled and hung-over, only to find blobs of drying cum in your hair, and not remember where - or who, it had come from? Grab a coffee and slump down on the chair. Fuck... you look a mess. Think. Think back to last night. Yes, you get dressed up in all you...
This tale is a partially fictionalised account of my first time having webcam sex with an older man, an event which eventually led to my first time with a man. Names have been changed as well as locations but the following story is based off of real events. All characters are 18+. It was the spring of 2013, I had just turned 18 and I was extremely horny al...
Tim watched his best-friend Kenneth make small talk with the gentleman that leaned against the corner of the bar. He watched the familiar way Kenneth closed the distance between him and his prey. A small smirk rose to his lips as the gentleman reached out and ran a finger down Ken's jaw, before pulling back and smiling a grin that spoke of approval. "Looks...
The boy stood at the side of the dirt road under the blazing sun, and raised the bottom of his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face, baring his rippling abs. He couldn't believe he was stuck in this shithole. Fine, so he had misbehaved a few times this past school year. So fucking what? What did they expect when they held him back a year? He was eighteen and...