My college roommates managed to drag me away from studying finals to see a band playing in the city. I wasn't enthused as the only breaks I took during studying were spent eating, using the bathroom, or masturbating, all of which took less than 15 minutes. Worse even, my friends didn't tell me anything about the band, not even the genre. I later learned th...
I've been trying to write something like an Origin post for a while -- who I am, my relevant life experiences, how I discovered my queerness to where I am now, what I hope and want for the future, and some commentary on what happens on that road. This isn't that. Not completely anyway... This is the bit where I get fucked with a real cock for the first time...
True Story. Ever since being seduced for my first gay experience, I found myself craving cock I'd be walking on the street, or sitting at a sushi bar, and if there was a guy close, I'd immediately fantasize about connecting with them. Was he gay? Bi? Curious? But I never dared attempt to approach any of them, so in turn I become very frustrated. Then I dis...
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Disclaimer: Welcome to my world! As always, here comes the disclaimer. You just can't live without those, can you? My stories are almost always fantasy based, (vampires and werewolves and angels, Oh my!) and this one is no different. This story holds strong BDSM themes as well as Slavery, polyamoury and romance. Mind you, my depiction of Slavery is *not* rea...
Chapter 24 – Mirror, Spice, Flow Part I – Fuck-a-thon, Redux I stood up on the couch and slipped over the back. A move that didn't go over so well with the siblings. "Mooooooooooooooooom!" "Preston's jumping on the furniture again!" "Aren't you guys too old to tattle?" I taunted. Mom's melodramatic sigh followed me as I bolted out of the room....
N.Y.C. 1971. .......... Chapter One: Stranded in the Big Apple. Everything had gone so well up to the point when I took out my wallet to get my bus ticket. It was a small grey stub that was going to get me on the bus for my return home to Plattsburgh, New York, and when I didn't find it right away, I didn't panic but merely stepped out of the line to allo...
I first went to Florence with my parents when I was 18. We were to spend five days there as part of a tour of Italy. When we arrived at the Hotel late in the afternoon the manager and I found that we could talk to each other in French and so, as my parents didn't speak Italian, I did the negotiations. When we had sorted out the rooms the manager asked me qui...
CHAPTER ONE: ORIENTATION Wesley Bower looked around the campus, more than a little nervous. He was seeing his college campus for the first time since his visit, and now he was having second thoughts. Why did I pick a school so far from everyone I've ever known? he wondered, feeling disconsolate and alone. Well, no use having second thoughts, he decided, str...
I had laughed when Oliver said he'd had a thermal earth house built, but then I may have overdone it in the other direction when he took me there, because he left it to me in his will. It wasn't just that it was dug into the side of a hill that had made me laugh. It also was because it was in the middle of nowhere—practically surrounded by the Rocky Mountain...