It has been a year since that night at the gym. A lot has changed in my life. In finished my courses and graduated. I have a full-time career job with a tax company. I don't work at the gym anymore, but now I am a paying member. I still live in the same apartment, but now I have enough disposable income to afford my needs easily and save some extra along the...
The sweet taste of wine lingered in my mouth as I worked into the late hours of the night. Grading papers was a bitch. I recently graduated from college, and at the age of 24, I was already teaching high school English in a small town in Oklahoma that I had never even heard of prior to the job offer. I'd been there for a few months already. It was taking a...
Writing stories actually takes more time than the already hours long original visits, in part because of how hard writing makes me. Also in part because being in the middle of a story tends to lead me to returning to the baths on a free afternoon, instead of writing. This too is part of a feedback loop which deepens the attraction of spending hours having se...
My wife Amanda, my best friend Dimitri, and I were laughing hysterically as we walked through the front door of his apartment. "I can't believe you let Philip do that to you!" Dimitri exclaimed in disbelief. "Licking spaghetti sauce off your body while you were tied up was hot, I'll be honest. But having him jerk off on the food and then feeding it to you?...
I had never thought I was gay. I've always been crazy about girls, always attracted to them, obsessed with porn involving women. The only time men turned me on was in the pictures with the women, but it was always the female bodies that made me hard. Nobody who knows me would ever think I was anything but very heterosexual. Since I was a kid I always had a...
Fierre is an 18 year old French Duellist in the city of Demacia. Standing at 5'10 he is smaller than many other fighters his age. Clothed from neck to toe in a skin tight black bodysuit which hugs the plump cheeks of his bum enticingly. Two long silvery white boots, the edges lined with a gold tint. Some leg guards coloured the same with a matching pair on h...
Chapter 02 The hustle It was a Wednesday night. There is nothing deader than my bar on a Wednesday night. We did all our business on the weekends. I'm sure Pete would rather close the place during the week if he could get away with it. But he couldn't, so here I was watching three drunks nurse their beers. It was about an hour before closing when he came...
"What did you have in mind?" he asked timidly over his drink. "I was thinking I'd make it a surprise," I replied. He looked off into the distance and pondered a while. His name was Taylor and I'd been chatting him up for the last hour or so. We were sitting by ourselves in a booth at this bar, the name of which I hadn't bothered to commit to memory. I don'...
BLAKE: I was swimming alone in when I noticed he jumped in the lake and was slowly paddled toward me with his prefect white smile and beautiful brown eyes that were fixed directly on mine. I realized in that moment that I was in love with my friend. How it happened, I didn't really know. Here we were on the Fourth of July with all of our close friends, swim...
2. My Master This is a true story and all normal disclaimers apply. All sex is between people of legal age. Kyle went about a week of not mentioning the night that I had sucked his dick before he brought it up. It was just the two of us drinking in his room and watching Bad Santa when he made the first mention of it. I had been taking my cues from him and...