Part 2: In which I consider leaving Luis and going solo... As I told you last time, I'd acquired a manager to market my sexual expertise. Then there was a week when Luis leased me out, or maybe traded me -- I never learned the full details, to a massage parlour called 'Le Homme Libre'. When I protest I know nothing about giving a massage he laughs. The clie...
QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong === I arrived at my office the next day to find an envelope on my desk with my name written on it in neat, if rather florid, handwriting. It read "Robert" which was slightly odd because everyone at work calls me Rob. My ex-wife used to call me Robert, although it was inva...
In college I had a room mate that introduced me to male/male sex. We met in our sophomore year and had the next three years to enjoy each others bodies, fully exploring our sexuality. Mike is now an orthopedic surgeon and at the time was a pre-med student. We've stayed in touch over the years and recently I went out to Colorado to visit with him and do some...
Don Strong wasn't really my uncle, even though my folks had told me long ago that I could call him Uncle Don. What his actual relationship was with my family was unclear to me back in 1969, the time that the events in this story took place, and since everybody that would know all the details is dead now, I guess that's it's a mystery that will remain so fore...
Damian fought down the nerves as they arrived at the venue. He was more apprehensive about this Buck's do tonight than his wedding in 3 weeks. With Steve and Brendan in charge, anything was possible. That said, he was pretty intrigued to finally come to the new VR Experience centre that had opened up in town. It opened with minimal fanfare - he just noticed...
"You shouldn't have poured me that much," my dad said the way he always did after I'd already brought him a nightcap. "There's a funnel in the cupboard," I reminded him. "I could pour half of it back into the bottle." "Ooh no!" he winced. "You can't mix poured whiskey with unpoured. I've told you that before." You certainly have, I thought. On many, many...
a Rayne Wylde story by Sadie Rose Bermingham 2004 On a cold night in December, just before Christmas, nineteen year old Rayne Wylde met up with his pimp, Rabid John, in the Dog and Ferret after a day's shopping in and around Soho and Carnaby Street. For the first time in his young life, Rayne found himself with money in his pockets as a result of his 'work'...
Corey Cooper wrote this journal on his laptop in two places, the first part sitting on the throne of the bathroom in the motel room he was brought to, and the rest at home after his battery gave out. *** It was somewhere around 4 in the morning when I finally gave in to the fact that I wasn't going to be getting any sleep, and while the man sleeping besid...
This is my forth story. I met Max on-line and would be his faithful, obedient sexual servant for a full year. My next few stories will be of him and my descent into an existence of sexual servitude. He took me to the dark side both interracially and sexually in ways I'd never imagined I could be persuaded. With great skill and mastery, Max molded me into his...
This is the fourth and final chapter. You should read the others first. This chapter contains a scene of incest between two adults. [Writers love feedback. Please comment on and rate this story. About 99 readers out of 100 do *NOT* bother to do either. Comments help me improve my writing; ratings help other readers find what they most will enjoy reading. Ra...