This is the third chapter of 'Pony Boy' and, if you haven't read the rest, then please do so first. Quite a bit of the story refers back to events in the earlier parts and it won't make much sense if you read them out of order. And, of course, there are the usual disclaimers; anyone involved in sexual acts is over eighteen and we're all fictional. **Impor...
This is part three of The Cycle Run, I hope you enjoy it. ***************** Our first night on remand was just awful. We hardly slept at all. We couldn't even be bothered to blow each other. All night long there was banging, shouting and blood curdling shrieks. It was frightening. They were shouting abuse at us. 'Cock suckers, you are going to get it, suc...
Massage. A new experience for me. I am lying there on my stomach being kneaded by strong hands, with a tiny little towel doubled folded and laid over my ass. The masseur is a sun tanned body builder type who also has a little towel wrapped around his waste. He has a very hot body of course and is the sort of man every woman wants to fuck. He is slowly rubbi...
You know what it is when you are away from your lover for weeks on end, like when I was with the army in Korea. It was one hell of a war and most of the guys did it I guess. We are all human and normal red blooded guys who need that certain comfort of a woman or, in dire circumstances (if you are homosexual, or just a bit of both as am I) ) another guy can...
"Renton Elliott Abernathy, come to the front of the classroom, please." Renton stood and did as his teacher asked, his eyebrows raised in curiosity. "Such a shame, isn't it, that the most talented young mage in his class is also an arrogant, disobedient little brat? Perhaps a severe punishment will help you realize the error of your ways." Renton looked e...
Meeting Tim changed me, my life and everything. You know how it is in life, one just-folks the sheep generally unless you are one of those extraverts that stand out from the rest. Tim is certainly that and more. He is a local big noise who is the president of this and that appertaining to all matters political and is one of those guys who has an answer for...
I don't know what was so appealing about the entire experience. The anonymity of it? The smell of piss? The aroma of cum? The scent of mansweat, cocks, balls, armpits and asses? Perhaps the subtle movement of a strange hand across my ass, chest or expanding crotch? The stickiness of the concrete floor? That unspoken need and desire expressed in the eyes of m...
I was trying to be as quiet as I could before I came, but when my cock began spurting over my stomach, I couldn't stifle the hurried breathing, and the groan when it finally happened. "Tim, you've just had a wank?" It didn't matter whether it was a statement or a question. It was Jeff's voice from the other bed. We were work colleagues, on a three day co...
Revised version copyright 2006 by the author. It's five-thirty on Wednesday afternoon. The corridors of the main classroom building are deserted. Let's face it, this is no Harvard, it's a small state school. Around here students never hang around after hours if they can help it. I've taught at this place longer than I care to remember and I'm way past grip...
Please note: This is unofficially the first story in a series of stories about Slave and his meetings with Master. It was not a planned series, it just morphed into it. On to the story. The sub stood at the door, butterflies in his stomach. He has exchanged emails, and chatted and even talked a couple of times on the phone but now it was the moment of tru...