Throughout college I took several opportunities to work what could best be described as seasonal jobs to give me some extra spending money. So at the beginning of the school year, I'd work at some of the last festivals of summer, Oktoberfest, then Halloween and usually some extended work for the holiday season. It sometimes paid cash but always allowed for m...
It was a depressing time, as my wife Anna was going through hell at work and brought it home each and every night. We needed her income, she made due with the work problems, but they carried over to the bedroom. We hardly ever made love, once every three months at best. It was depressing. Oh, there was Mr. Hand, and he did a nice job when I needed him t...
Vince does it for me... It had come to the point that no sooner had I knocked on Vincent's door than he was unwrapping me like a birthday parcel. "It is just that I have been dreaming about you, I am so very horny for you Pete" I gladly relented which was not hard for me to do. The thought of being completely pampered by such an arduous guy was thrilling...
The best Masters and Sir's are strict "disciplinarians" who have numerous techniques and methods to teach their "slave / boy" every aspect of his "place and mission". These dominant men know the stricter and more consistent they are with the discipline of their slave / boy is - the better the result will be! My "Sir" is a truly talented man and has tremendou...
Chapter Three, Hand crafted to please all pallets. As we grew more accustomed to each other in bed and out of it, I felt my whole being was controlled by Richard. The sheets needed changing every day now and I don't think there was ever a night went by when Richard didn't fuck me to the brim. His favourite was to take me when I was asleep, I'd awaken with...
Foreword: This is a fantasy story containing topics such as spanking, sodomy, interracial theme, rope bondage, gay sex etc. for readers over 18. I originally wrote it for a friend (named Brian in the story) and I'm posting it here in the hopes that you'll enjoy reading it too... * I am a college student renting a room in your house. We have become friends,...
John, My Second Visit This is the second of my stories about how I came to accept that I was not fully heterosexual. These stories are true reminiscences, even the places and most of the names are unchanged...If you think you recognise anyone or have similar experiences then get in touch.... My thoughts were very mixed over the next two days. I was excited...
The swell of his cock bobbed in front of my face, the feint aroma of masculinity and sweat swirling around me. There are no chains binding me to the wet floor of the changing room, but I was immobile. Captivated. Unable to move, my lips parted for the first time to allow a man to stuff his erect prick into my mouth. I was naked; I was vulnerable and defeate...
Writer's note: This story contains dominance, submission, gay-for-pay, spanking, and some humiliation in public places. Just a heads up in case that is not your cup of tea. *** I took Prasang shopping in Central Bangkok, in the area known as Siam. Everything is cheaper in Thailand and I stocked up, buying myself beach Ts, long, flowing cargo shorts, and a...
I couldn't stop thinking about my encounter with Mark. I was pretty sure I still liked girls, but I was so hot for Mark! I longed to kiss him, undress him, stroke his cock and slide it in my mouth again. And have him do the same for me. I got to see him four days a week in gym class, and loved watching him strip to his boxers and A-shirts. The rest of the g...