Based on a picture by Millie Pelaam September 2007. * The young, attractive man frowned sullenly as the last of the flurry of camera clicks ended. He was anything but happy...or comfortable. He didn't want to be here and he certainly didn't want to be as helpless as he was. He shifted a little, trying to get some respite from the wood that dug into his n...
Afternoon riding through changeable summer weather, blustery but generally dry, the sky turning dark grey, blue, and white in turn. Interesting riding weather, though not the cause of my pulse's quickening, nor the reason a familiar hollow was growing in my stomach. Unlike most trips, this time the traditional bottle or two of beer before cruising to a glory...
Sometimes, when my wife isn't home, and I get horny from watching too many half naked 20-somethings on cable tv, I play with my cock until it starts to grow just a little. Since I don't have underwear on, the crotch of my basketball shorts starts to dome, and one of my hands reaches underneath to feel the naked skin of my semi-hard cock. With my free hand I...
I have been thinking lately, and think I may have a good idea. I have a proposition for you. You should get on the web and find a bunch of dirty minded middle aged men that live in our general area. Tell them that you are having a 24 hour party and that you have a fully shaved, blindfolded, and handcuffed young guy that they can use any way they like and th...
Two hours. That's how long I spent on my knees in the room labeled 'Mouth'. Two hours I spent having my throat fucked raw by rough black cocks. A throat that until two hours ago, had been what I assumed, was straight. But there I sat, in a dark room, listening to the foot steps echo down the dark hallway as the four black studs who had just fed me a total of...
This story is dedicated to all the real Super Heroes of our time - The Service men and women of our Armed Forces and First Responders. This story is a work of pure fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or l...
Silver Lake I spent the last 6 hours drawing up my design project for my fourth year term assignment and I was getting a little bleary eyed to tell the truth. I needed a break so I thought I would hit the gay bar, La Barcito, as it was pedaling distance from my Bubeschko Apartment, which I loved because the Rudolph Schindler design from the late '30s provid...
RICHARD: These guards stood before me, seriousness written across their face. I was so shocked with the news they just told me. The rage and hatred I had for Sir Socoshian subsided as I tried to make sense of this craziness. "You're," I gulped, "Lutna Clan?" "I am..." He said back, "We're your Guard now. You're all that is left! Sir Socoshian will not...
I was hanging with my online buddy for a couple of hours, we were talking about sex as per usual and things were beginning to get a little hot and heavy. We were writing a story together about a couple of guys who were best friends, straight best friends, who ended up in bed together after an evening of partying. It started out as a simple massage and turned...
DISCLAIMER: I am rewriting this story because I have now learned to use "link chapters". The other story was a mess, and now I'll be able to organize everything and keep writing. UPDATE: now we will have arts to represent certain scenes! Like this: (To clarify, I'm just taking art already made and drawing our protagonist over it and making some ch...