I sat in a table as close to the shadows of the bar as I could and turned the business card over and over in my hands. What the fuck did I have to do with a lawyer named James Gleason? Or, rather, what did he have to do with me? Sitting in the shadows in this sort of bar proved not to be a good idea. Before Gleason showed up, I had to turn away—politely, I...
"C'mon, I'm dying here," Chris pleaded. "I ain't had nothing but my hand for a week, dude." We were deep in the woods behind our subdivision, which we used as a shortcut to the shopping mall where we hung out. Chris was bitching the whole way about not getting laid lately and had suddenly stopped, pulled his dick out of his pants, and asked (BEGGED) me to s...
Brad watched the image of Anthony's Rebecca taking yet another stranger's cock into her already overly used hole. He had already watched the recorded images a half a dozen times and yet he still hadn't had enough. The sound of someone knocking on his office door brought a growl of annoyance from deep within him and he closed the window out on his laptop. "...
Best to read Part 1 before reading this: Both Gil and I were quiet the rest of the way to his house. He had drunk a lot, and obviously needed to crash, and I was preoccupied by what had happened in the cabana. I couldn't quite sort out my feelings, but one of them was definitely guilt and another was shame. But there was a dash of something else, too, that...
Author's Note: This story is a pure work of fiction and has no resemblance to any person alive or dead. All characters are above legal age of consent. ***** One of the most constant source of amazement in my life is how a mere thought can take hold of a person and grow into a full time obsession. This happened for me and it had led me, an otherwise straig...
I always had a teenage boy crush thing for this one mechanic who my Dad always went to. His garage was a couple of blocks away from where we lived in our small Canadian town (I grew up there and left for college when I was 21). He was in his late twenties and had dark hair. unshaven frequently and was kinda tall and lanky. Looking back now, he was pretty hom...
By now I had given in to my situation. I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that if I didn't play their games, bad things would happen. And anyway, whatever I didn't give could be taken from me. I'm not a big guy, 5'9", 140 pounds. Either one of these guys could have raped me, working together they could own me like a puppet. As big as their cocks were, I felt...
A word about this story – I wrote it as one single story, which means that, although it is split into chapters to make reading it easier, there are long sections that are about character development and it's not all about the sex – this expository first chapter for one, which has none. Additionally, this is the first time ever for me writing a story in fir...
This is a true story and I have decided to remain true to the actual events as best I can remember them. ***** I have always had voyeur tendencies. Not exclusively, but for as long as I can remember I have always gotten very excited at the sight of sexual activity. There were some good friends of our family that I always knew as "Uncle Bill" and "Aunt J...
The following short tale contains sexual activities of an incestuous nature. What happened is supposedly true and were related to me by an acquaintance. Those offended by such things would not enjoy this story. .... Everybody said I had the coolest Dad in the world because he never chewed me out when I screwed up, which was pretty often back in the 18th...