Steve was 18 years old and his parents had left for the weekend. Steve was a senior in high school and had been masturbating to gay porn since he had discovered it at 15 years of age. He knew he was submissive and wanted to have the experience of an older dominant male directing him in the ways of manly love. Steve had contacted a dominant male in his 40s...
"You know I just cant help touching you when we're alone, just the feel of you sends me into spasms or pure erotic ecstasy." Colin loved his guy, Worshipped the ground he walked on - ever since they'd met at the bowling alley, when he'd slipped and sprained his ankle and Phil, who was an off duty medic came to the rescue. "I think we'd better take a look a...
Jason's bus ride was less than pleasant. He had listened to his counselor and kept to himself but four other passengers had already told him that they were going to make him their bitch. One was a large black fella named Dashawn, who admitted that he was "down for whatevah" and that this was his second time inside the system for violent crimes. Jason was wi...
"Jon, can you please join us here?" I looked up at the professor standing in the front of class. On any other day it would be impossible for me to take my eyes off of him but today was different. He had just handed us our tests back; mine with a big F on the top of it. "Sorry, professor," I mumbled. He turned and finished up the equation on the board. Profe...
Chapter 3 - Ready Set GO! Almost I walked into the laundry room, slipping off my Chucks. I was about to pull off my socks but stopped, the voice of previous lectures delivered by Mom ringing in my head. "James Spence. Take those socks off. I have a mop for cleaning my floors, not your gym socks." Oh god forbid, walking around the house in white socks. But...
In the months following my first meeting with Archer, Charles and I fell into our old routine, only with snow on the ground there was no lawn to mow and I started my new job of shoveling snow and deicing his sidewalk and those of his neighbors. Being that this was not a weekly event our private excursions into his hot tub, bedroom or garage were less frequen...
The thing about Kale Daley was that he had worked hard for his position at Founder's High. He had never been naturally athletic—on the contrary, he was quite clumsy when he was a boy. But who would guess that now? His childhood was full of mistakes that he'd worked hard to correct, and his reputation was fire-forged under his sharp eye and the sweat of his b...
All my stories take place in a parallel world, very similar to our own, where STI's do not exist, so my stories are filled with practices that are highly unsafe in this world. I'm not going to say don't try this at home, but take care of yourself. All my characters are of legal age, and you should be, too—do not read my stories if you are under the legal ag...
The aroma of roasted coffee beans is a delectable smell, one that conjures images and memories. It takes me back to my childhood, when my father would get up in the morning and make a pot before waking us children. It wafted into every room in the house, lingered well after the pot was done, and after we came home from school it would permeate from the wood...
This past May I took a really bad spill on my bike, broke both my wrists trying to break the fall and fractured my right femur in four places. I was in the hospital for six weeks and finally when the day came for me to come home I was so relieved that I wept. Because my dad is poor and my mom left us when I was six we were really in a bind as I needed help...