All characters are 18 or over. ***** My journey must have begun with my discovery of porn. When I was eighteen, I discovered a trove of porn magazines hidden out in the abandoned shed of a derelict and condemned house near my childhood home. This was the first time in my sheltered life I had ever seen anything like it. The magazines varied from soft nudit...
Author's Note: The events of this story are fictitious and are not based on any specific real people. I've tried to do something a little different for once and build up the characters and story more than usual. So this chapter is a bit of a slow burn to start. ***** My name is Noah. I've lived in Virginia my whole life. Not that my whole life is that long...
1. Although I was a happily married straight guy, with a nice car and a good job I spent far too many hours looking at pornography on the internet. I don’t know why but I was always attracted to the BDSM type of websites and would download image after image of people helplessly tied up in various different types of bondage. One night, while surfing the net...
I awoke slowly as bright light streamed through the open window beside the bed. My wife was away on business for the week but I was not alone. My cock was hard and ready despite the vigorous activity from the night before. I turned onto my back and it jutted skyward tenting the covers as I reached beside me and touched my companion's warm flesh. My right h...
This story is a work of total fiction. Any resemblance to real people, dead or living, is purely coincidental. Certain sexual activities, including BDSM, that may be depicted in the story are only safe in fictional literature scenes. Matt had just turned nineteen and was required to have a physical exam to enroll in college, so he made an appointment to s...
"Yea, I know Ben, he looks fucking hot, but I tell you, he's a real prick. Any time I see him out at the Manatee or Charlie's or the Quest, he's dancing around like he thinks he's God's gift to lonely faggots. He says he an artist, which means he wasted three years getting a diploma at the College of Art and lives in a loft on Daddy's dime. He's pissed off e...
WARNING: This story is Homoerotic, if you find this offensive please do not read. It also deals with Master/Slave BDSM. Please do not re-post without authors permission. **************************** The cab I was riding in slowed and stopped with a squeal in front of the small café that sat on the corner of Third and Fifth Street. I watched distantly thro...
I never knew his name; our hosts never told us. Neither did I know where they found him. He wasn't the first young man which the posse of imperious dominants had provided for the entertainment and he wouldn't be the last. The submissive character and accommodating nature of the sluts which brightened these parties always entranced me. They loved to serve; t...
This is my first published story. If you are under eighteen or don't like two men in love, don't read this. The story does take a while to get to the sex part, so if that's the only reason you're here, you can skip to the end. Enjoy, and please comment! ***** As Terry Bane pulled into the driveway of a familiar cabin in western Montana, he wondered whether...
The farmhouse was a 1950s tract house, dropped into the wilderness. The man in camo fatigues made Tom take the lead through the back door, across the kitchen, and down the stairs to the basement. The space at the foot of the stairs was a laundry room, with a washer, dryer, and a big wash basin. The rest of the basement was walled off, with sheet metal doors...