I hadn't planned on letting Masters get to me—it was perhaps the last thing I'd ever say I'd do. He didn't fool me a bit, the pompous, egotistical user. But there was a reason he was able to bend so many to his will. He had charisma. He also could fuck like no one else I'd ever met. I only found that out by a crooked route, though. One night, three weeks in...
Sometimes men in need of M2M sex just need sex and not any romantic relationship. This is especially true for bi guys who in their life choices gravitated to the straight world, at least in public. They still have the need and spend enormous energy -- wasted or not -- to find just the right person and just the right circumstances safe enough to let go. Given...
Warning: this story contains scenes of violent, non-consensual sex. **** Steven could not believe that he had a fat quarterback's cock driving into his throat. A relatively skinny, splayed out like a roasted pig on a locker room bench, with a fat dick plowing into his mouth. It was juicy and veiny, everything he had imagined from the porn scenarios he had...
It was a quiet afternoon on a Sunday. I was with my friend and occasional lover, Don, at his place relaxing. We enjoyed bondage and often got together, sometimes with just ourselves, sometime with others. It was always a hot time and these gatherings would often last into the following morning. Fun had by all. This afternoon was quiet, after having been up l...
Round 1 Will, Bob and I had known each other for many years through college sports, nights out drinking and various other ‘guy things’. Though I knew they were gay, this had never made a difference in our friendship. We really had much more in common than we had differences. They had always respected that I wasn’t gay and had never seriously come on to me....
Chapter 4: Dogged Determination Synopsis: With his powers seemingly exhausted, our narrator recruits help to keep Chase in his place. **************** I awoke with a throbbing headache. I felt hungover. The sun shining in through the room's many windows strained my eyes. As much as I just wanted to stay in bed, eventually I pulled myself up so that I coul...
"He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff . . ." The rich, resonating, calming baritone of the La Lectura began to weave Ernest Hemingway's The Old Man and the Sea for us for perhaps the hundredth time, as we Torcedores settled once more into the rhythm of preparing our bunches of tobacco leaves perfectly for the press. We could not have done our deman...
Louis fumed as he settled onto the couch. The tall 25-year-old was drunk, too drunk to drive home in his beautiful new hot rod, but not drunk enough for his hard-on to go away. His bitch girlfriend had refused him head that night, complaining that she didn't like him when he was drinking. Then why the fuck did she come to the party in the first place? Obviou...
I used to volunteer at my old high school helping the kids on the science quiz team. Once I hit college I filled out a bit and gained a more active social life, but I still liked to go back and help out. It was time to start a new season and so there were a bunch of new kids. I immediately took interest in the new senior recruit. He was also on the cross cou...
Author's Note: I've been working on another project. This story will be on hiatus for the time being. The monk was shivering. It was a bright summer's day outside the small council room with the heat of mid-July scorching through its wide balcony. Beams of harsh light lit all corners of the room yet still the novice appeared pale and near sickly blue. He sp...