This never happened, nor will it. Ever. Names and locations changed. *** It's been years since I graduated from tech school and now I live alone in the city. I think back to my time in school and inevitably I remember Professor Geladas and that night we had together. There was just something about men like him and Fred Vargas who were superior to me intel...
The Cowboy Friday morning Yawn!!... stretch. Slowly I crawl out of the tent. It's a peaceful morning. The sunrise is beautiful from up here. Wearing only my studded leather collar, the warmth of the morning summer sun licks and caresses my nude body. I sure was a lucky pup to get this spot on the ledge, overlooking the valley below( oh yeah. Did I mention...
I truly regretted what I had to do after making Steve, the cute but oh so obvious young thing, my love slave. But it was all for a good cause, including Steve's, if he was able to take hold and prove he had talents for running intelligence assets. I took him under my wing and into my bed in my London flat, and when I wasn't trying to teach him how to run as...
This is my fifth letter describing my expanding awareness from a naive man with a desire to suck a cock to a man willing to explore his seedier side. (M+/M, oral, anal) In my first letter "Costume in a Costume" I describe how I dressed as a girl in a Halloween costume to trick an unsuspecting man into letting me give him my first blow job. In my second...
Black Hawke Down The winter of 2005 was a barren time, sexually, for me. The endless summer of that year was punctuated by an exciting and sexually adventurous bisexual threesome between work friends that died away with the demise of the company we worked for. Thomas was still around for wonderfully filthy transactional gay sex. When I say transactional, I...
Scott Clark hated his whiteness. He wasn't able to articulate it exactly in that way; he claimed to be coming to terms with his submissive nature and his overwhelming desire to serve the Black race. Had he been a bit more self-aware, a bit more introspective, he could have accurately described his self-hatred as stemming from his inherent need to feel superi...
Troy was staring into the Cross Keys Winery shelf of the dimly lit wine cellar in the basement of Professor Hammond's house, his arms extended and his hands grasping the edge of the shelf, as Brad Baylor, Hammond's "significant other" rose up from behind him where he'd been knelt, working Troy's hole with his tongue. The strong hands of the James Madison Uni...
The typically FIFA game is only five minutes, so it didn't take long for us to dive right into action. I placed my controller in my lap to cover up my flaccid cock, even though I was plenty proud of it. Despite what Ayden had said, I knew that my dick was average and felt confident that I was much bigger than this teenager who was eight years younger than me...
This is an entry to the 2017 Winter Holidays Contest. A while back, I was asked to write a story centring on "a big hairy front row lust triangle 😉 #bellypower #niche." If you don't follow rugby, the front row are the loosehead prop (with "1" on his shirt), the hooker ("2", between the props) and the tighthead prop ("3"), and are known for being the powerho...
After my first encounter with Alex it took me a little while until I could fit anything back inside my ass. He'd done a great job of dominating me and using my slim body. It was a massive turn on and I contacted him again quickly to let him use me more. He kept mentioning how he had some friends who really got off on watching guys fuck and that he thought...