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...
This story is dedicated to all the real Super Heroes of our time - The Service men and women of our Armed Forces and First Responders. This story is a work of pure fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or l...
(1) THE SYMPATHY BLOW-JOB A guy phones me, out of the blue. Says he's a colleague of my Boyfriend, and yes, I'd encountered him by chance once or twice when I was out with Glenn. He knows my Boyfriend is out of town, and suggests we meet. I'm pleased, flattered and more than a little intrigued. He picks me up in his car and drives us out to a Bar overlookin...
My name is Peter and I am 49 and married but a secret sissy cocksucker. I have a very dirty secret. The feel of women's lingerie against my skin makes my 6 cut cock harder than steel. And it's more than just the cross-dressing. I am bi sexual and I would love to submit to dominant older or younger men. I remember as a child my older sister Janette had the...
Hektor could barely move. He struggled on his bed, helpless because of the tranquilizing drug that he had been injected with. His anger had only grown as he watched the cowards that had attacked him bind Gir's wrists, ankles, and wings. All he could manage was a ragged cry as they took his boy away from him. For hours he had struggled like a helpless child,...
I woke up feeling really horny. After looking outside and seeing how wet the weather was, I realised that there was no point in going out cock hunting today. I logged on to Gaydar and the guys I fancied were not on line. There were a few possibilities, but I felt the need for a definite. I then remembered an old chat line I had used in the past. I searched...