"Well, I'm definitely down to hit a bar up with you," Logan says. "As long as you don't mention that we were hanging out off set to anyone when you're filming again." The secrecy is weirding me out, and maybe it's a terrible idea anyway. I look at Logan's face. "Should we not do it then?" "No, I think that would be fun. Where do you want to go? Campus Sp...
Story Joey and I were roommates in college for a few years. We got close through the years as we belonged to a men's group which was about personal growth and sharing experiences. So beyond the typical, "we're in school together going through mid-terms, finals, projects, etc.," we got closer than I did with most of my friends in college. I had a break from...
Bobby made me his faggot with his legs. My smooth-skinned, skinny-legged 18-year-old high school buddy wrestled me one day, dominating me totally in his brutal scissor holds and "forcing" me to have sex with him. I say it that way because I was just waiting for the chance to be his and in wrestling and squeezing me half to death in his powerful young legs th...
FRIDAY NIGHT Once my ride arrived, I gave the driver my exact address then I shoved my hookup guy roughly into the backseat before climbing into it myself. The car moved and I knew I'm about to have a fun night. Even more fun than I thought I would. He kind of leaned back against the door and he put on that oh-so-gorgeous smile that only made me want to ru...
Content/trigger warning: This series contains bullying, homophobic language, and non-consensual sexual acts, but they are integral to the plot and character development so please take them in context. DUSTY "Please... sir." Two little words, but just saying them is like leaping off of a cliff into the unknown. No parachute, no idea if anything will slow...
Author's Note: Avoid this story if references to smoking cigarettes and doing drugs will offend you. I wasn't originally planning to write a second chapter, but I decided to let my imagination run wild after reading all your comments. I'll likely end this story here, but expect some similar themes from me in future works. God damn it, Mike. I can't believe...
The crickets chirped noisily in the background as if they were trying to drown out the frogs that were croaking by the river. My ears seemed to remember where I was before the rest of me did. I opened my eyes to another morning hidden in the woods. My eyes quickly diverted from the greenery around me and back to my best friend that lay sleeping beneath me....
"Remember, sex onstage is illegal. This isn't fucking Amsterdam. You can jerk yourself off a little, play with the other guys' cocks, but if you cum, it's all over. Got it? No blowing your load. No oral. No penetration of any kind. Not that the other guys'd let you—they're professionals and a lot of them're straight. Got it?" "Got it." I can still hardly b...
I've been owned by my Army Biker guy for about two weeks now. We've been playing for a little longer than that, you can go see our other encounters if you want to. Anyway, it's been the best two weeks of my existence. I no longer have to worry about getting to cum, I no longer have to think about anything but his needs. During the work day, I wear a chai...
'Mate! Sssh.' 'Why sssh? He's gonna wake up anyway.' 'Just sssh.' Sammy's door slid slowly open, light from the hallway spilling across his sleeping face – relaxed and deeply asleep, his lips still somehow managed to pout invitingly. His sheets had slid down as he'd settled into sleep, bunching around his hips and leaving his trim, twink body on display,...