Written by: Bi.A.Piggy Reposted from other sites Standard Rules and licensing applies. This story comes from the depths of my mind. I am not a professional writer just someone who like to put the dirty ideas in his head online for others to enjoy. I don't care if you don't like my style. If you don't like what you're reading, close the window and read so...
As hard as I had tried not to I must have fell asleep eventually, because all of a sudden I found myself getting of the bed to accept the tray of breakfast that was being pushed through the hatch. I took the tray, went back to the bed and stared at the food before me. A couple of pieces of lukewarm toast, a bowl of soggy cornflakes and a warm mug of coffee...
I knew I couldn't do nothing until I could breathe properly again, but it really fucking hurt to be pinned down by a dweeb like Scott and not be able to fight back. Scott was lying on top of me, his underweight fuckin' body rubbing against my tight, muscled bod and his matchstick fuckin' arms holding me there like I was nothing. The more I struggled, the h...
The next day I slept in. When I finally roused after 10am, my stomach dropped when I saw a text message from Mel. "I enjoyed our date last night Petey. Hope you had a fun walk home. I'll see you soon." There was an attachment, which played a video of him laying me down the bed and fucking me. Mel had made another video of me last night, again without me eve...
I woke up. My bra undone, panties covered in lube and my nylons pushed down my legs. I felt as if I had been used. As I became more aware, I realized that I had been used and really enjoyed it. On the first day at the gay resort after getting dressed, I had walked over to a gay bar and been picked up by a nice guy, named Paul, just a bit older than myself. H...
He lay in bed, looking ever so youthful as the moonlight captured his stunning face, displaying it like a priceless work of art. His jet-black spiky hair that was never messy, no matter how hard the wind blew, stuck out at odd angles where he had lain his head. His sharp high cheekbones, together with his angular jawline, framed his finely drawn sensitive fa...
"It isn't over until it's over, fucker." Chris bumped my shoulder as he passed me, almost dumping me in the pool at the Natatorium. I'd say his expression was a mix of disappointment, determination, and more than a bit of a sneer. I said nothing, and I didn't respond to the aggression. I'm not sure I would have felt or reacted differently if I'd been just be...
INTRODUCTION Anyone could go to The Caves but there were a couple of areas where only the members could enter. I had always wanted to be a member after hearing some stories about the goings on. The Caves is a club in the city I live in. Over five floors of an old warehouse on the edge of the city centre a gay bathhouse, disco, bar club had developed. As l...
INTRODUCTION Anyone could go to The Caves but there were a couple of areas where only the members could enter. I had always wanted to be a member after hearing some stories about the goings on. The Caves is a club in the city I live in. Over five floors of an old warehouse on the edge of the city centre a gay bathhouse, disco, bar club had developed. As lo...
The new guy behind me just stood there as I felt his large presence near my exposed and restrained body. He didn't utter a single word to me, probably just bewildered and surveying me in restraints while plotting his course of action. As I heard the adjoining booth's door lock, I immediately felt a hard calloused hand grip my tender aching cock and fondle...