He pulls off his shirt and steps towards me. I inhale sharply, heating up as I stare into his bright mischievous eyes, waiting for him to make the next move. He leans over me, our faces close together, a slight smile playing on his lips, but then he draws back and I realise he was just putting his shirt on the bench behind me. I inwardly abuse myself for eve...
Its 1980, I have been at College near Soho London for two years, every day walking the same route, past the strip joints, nodding at the familiar gangster here and there, past the porn shops past the adult movie houses and past the gay cinemas. Every day, never venturing in ay head down walking quickly to my destination. Yet every day I feel that urge that d...
It arrived in the mail; Bryan sent me a thumb drive with the video from the gang bang at his place. I watched it several times, playing with myself each time, and despite knowing it was me I was watching, I could hardly believe it. The video was almost two hours, and rough in parts- the lighting would be poor, the camera would move a bit to quickly, but ove...
Author's Note: Plot? What plot? I need no plot, I have Evan Fucking Please-Die Rosier and Matty Dean going at it like rabbits. And the world can never have too much Evan and Matty going at it like rabbits. They're on vacation somewhere. At a farm. For some terribly relevant reason that I might explain if asked at some time when I'm not focused on the sex. W...
I used to work for the federal government, doing construction and maintenance on radio towers for the Department of Transport. A couple of years ago they privatized the whole section, and I ended up with the choice between working for whoever took it over or taking the work myself. Well, I took it on and now actually do less work for more money. The catch is...
Author's note: This initial chapter involves male-on-male handjob. Future editions will involve different types of sex. All characters are over eighteen. ***** When I turned eighteen, we were as broke as a family could be. My mother, twin sister, and I worked crappy jobs just to make ends meet. After years of eating whatever we could afford and dashing fro...
***Part 3 of 12: I just realised my labelling could be confusing; I am counting the prologue as part 1 when I write these little notes :/ sorry... This is the last of my preprepared chapters, so the story will be updated every couple of days from now on. I would love to hear what you think so far please, please comment*** * "I knew it." Jonathan shook his...
My legs were shaking. My knees felt weak, my hands sweaty and clammy. My eyes didn't focus on anything, they just stared blankly forwards, they should have been focussing on everything, scanning every person I passed or car that zoomed past in case it was someone I knew, giving me a reason to abort what I was doing. But I didn't , instead I staggered onwards...
The fucker across the hall would not stop playing Beethoven. Its pissing me off. It's three in the morning, I'm tired as hell, I have to get up at 6:00 AM, and the new neighbor doesn't understand the fucking building rules. I groan and pull my pillow over my head, trying to drone out the noise from across the hall. I have yet to see this damn new neighbor,...
I step into the booth a little nervous and stick quarters in the slot. Click, click, click the channels pass of gorgeous women but this time I keep going until two guys with smooth tanned bodies appear in a pool. One glides ominously up behind the other who is leaning over a wall. I get hard in anticipation of what is to come as he slide up his friends back,...