Dakota cranes his neck to see Evan grinning, smiling back at him as he trudges through the doors that lead to the second floor of the gay bar. The crowd is still sparse until he reaches the bottom of the stairs, the two twink dancers still moving rhythmically and collecting tips. He quickly looks away. The last thing he needs right now is for his boyfriend t...
It had been about two months since my anonymous master had reached out to me by email to demand more service. I had two encounters with him and my first taste of being a cock servicing slut and I wanted more. I tried to get back into my everyday life but I found my mind wondering throughout the day, thinking about being face fucked or feeling a big cock shoo...
Working out's always had a strange fascination for me. I remember looking at pictures of bodybuilders as a teen and feeling a dangerous nervous chill that made my hair stand on end and settled deep in my gut in mysterious ways. It made me shut down my computer and vow not to look at them, but I always returned. And when I started working out after graduatin...
Hello again, princess. Welcome back. Welcome back yet again to our journey through your mind. Our journey through your feminine girlie mind. We are almost there, princess. We are almost to the end of our journey together. I know that makes you sad but it's okay. It's okay, my sweet sissy. It's okay because we have more to cover and I will always be with you...
'Fuck YES, cocksucker. Work that fucking mouth on my big dick . . . fucking gag on it you little bitch.' The words rang out through the relative silence of the locker room - silent other than the slurping, gulping noises Sam Callister made as his pouty, teenage lips slid hungrily up and down eight thick inches of rock-hard teen meat. Luke Brady, eighteen-y...
It's my first year of grad school and I've signed up to be a Residence Advisor, an "RA." Basically, I get to stay in residence for free in return for resolving disputes, offering advice, and coordinating events. I can see how taking care of a bunch of freshmen would get hectic, but my floor's just for graduate students and it's mainly a bunch of single-perso...
Blizzard I land, and I'm face to face with my ex-boyfriend. Face to crotch, really. My knees are on either side of Evan Fucking Roswell's head. I'm going to be sick. He raises an eyebrow at me. I can't fucking breathe. The smoke in here is choking, the heat from the lights makes my braincells melt, my pants are so tight they're cutting off circulation to m...
A few warnings right off the bat. This story goes to dark places - assault, substance abuse, alcoholism, depression. Everyone who deserves to end up okay ends up okay. We'll all get there in the end, together. Have faith; love wins in the end. But nakamook, I hear some of you say. This is not what we expected. What about the pirates? What pirates? Just...
I'm a scissor freak. Not the cutting kind. The crushing kind. As in the hot, muscular legs of a young stud, a wrestling hold used to control and punish an opponent. It started when I was just over 18. Bobby was one of my best friends, same age, same class, a skinny kid but sinewy, lean, athletic. We used to wrestle a bit from time to time, and the stirring...
***This story is fictional although some of the experiences including joining the military are accurate. This is my first in a series of stories and I would appreciate any comments, feedback and suggestions.*** * It had been almost years since I'd been with a guy and about as long since I'd even thought about it but as Jason unpacked his belongings I felt...