6: New Year, New Experiences 2 of 2 Stewie smiled at the blue sky overhead as he lay pillowed on Jaze's shoulder. However, as beautiful as the room and its view were, they couldn't compare to the sheer male masculine beauty of the man who shared their bed. In sleep, Jaze's face was relaxes, making him look younger. Stewie shivered as he gazed hungrily at th...
Later that morning I woke up alone. After getting cleaned up, I headed to the kitchen to get something to eat. Carrie, Nadine, and Ethan were just finishing up breakfast at the kitchen table. As I walked in the room, Carrie said, "help yourself to what’s left." Hmm, usually she would get up and get me a plate. Oh well, I guessed she was just tired from last...
Accentuating the positive... The morning after the night before did not mean a hangover for me. The last thing I wanted is for the bloody mobile to awaken me at 6am. It was a strange number too, I should have turned it off before I dozed off but, as soon as I hit the pillow, I was off.. "Sammy here, how's you Pete?" "How did you get my number?" "I wrote...
I was drawn from a deep sleep by my wife, Sarah, as my heavy eyes tried to pull me into reality. "What? What?" I managed woozily. My wife's nudging stopped and she said, "Someone's pounding on the door." I glanced at the clock, the only light in the pitch-black bedroom. "It's 2:30 in the fucking morning," I hissed in aggravation. "See who it is, but don...
Badru paced the room, panic rising by the second. Oh Gods, he had killed his slave! He looked down at the possibly dead man on his bedroom floor. Was he dead though? He wondered, wringing his hands. He should certainly check since it wasn't like he could ask someone else to do it. Slowly, Badru tiptoed closer, almost as if expecting the body to jump up and...
The following is a sequel to my entry in the Halloween story contest of 2007 submitted a year ago. The title was THE TABOOS OF TRANSYLVANIA. * He was so handsome and charming in his dinner jacket that night in August on his eighteenth birthday. Reginald has his mother's big brown eyes and his father's debonair strawberry blond looks. But he inherited his...
"The F-Express Train going to Orly-TGV will depart in two minutes." I was sick of this automated voice, sick of the F-Train and sick of all these commuters making my life hell. At least it was the end of my shift—one last round trip, and I'll go home. There, I'll connect to dating sites, find the first bottom willing to get fucked, and I'll release all the...
It was the fantasy I never knew was mine. Tied to a tree in the humid isolation of the Amazon, my cock throbbed with excitement at the scene before me. My captor, who I knew only as The Stranger, was perhaps the most stunning example of masculinity I'd ever known. His strength was unsurpassable; his passion for me only matched by his violence against all w...
The evening had begun like many others spent with Jay's father, Jeremy and his father's partner, Davis. There had been many pleasant weekends spent together building the friendships since we'd first been introduced earlier that summer, sharing exceptionally good food, good company, very good herbs, amusing board games, pleasant wines and on a couple occasion...
I could feel the sweat rolling down my back, between my shoulder blades, as I pulled my wet shirt away from my chest for the thousandth time already. I savoured the icy coolness of the glass as I lifted it to my lips. Ice jangling, I slid the cold scotch over my tongue, reveling in the feel as the cool drops of condensed African night dripped from the bottom...