Chapter Twelve: Sandro and the blond stranger The following week, Sandro turned up at the Fitness Centre at 3 pm, and sure enough the handsome blond was there to meet him. In the changing room, which at that moment was unoccupied, they undressed side-by-side. As he pulled his jeans down, Sandro could feel his tool stiffening. The stranger noticed the bulge...
This is a true story, as told to me by a friend. I'm a New York cab driver. Yeah, yeah, I know. But it's a living. Yeah, I've been held up. Twice. But life goes on, right? Boring. Or at least until that fare opened the door and climbed into my cab. Brown skin, black hair. Hispanic, right? In New York, probably Puerto Rican. But his eyes. God! Blue, aston...
Edinburgh's Princes Street Gardens on a Friday in August. It is the hugely popular Edinburgh International Festival and the alternative Fringe Festival where the city tries to accommodate vast numbers of tourists for a month-long festival of music, drama and art. It was a sunny day, something quite rare in Scotland and I was sitting on a park bench, close...
This is based on events from my time as my friend's personal cock sucker. The names have been changed and some details exaggerated a little bit, but I did spend about 4 or 5 months giving my friend blowjobs at least once a week (usually more) and I enjoyed it. Everyone involved is over the age of 18. ——— John and I have known each other for a very long t...
WARNING: This story takes place in the '80s. It contains elements of prostitution, recreational drug use, violence, both consensual and non, and a flagrant disregard for safer sex practices. If any of those things are going to offend you, you might consider skipping this one. 500 Miles was posted in three long parts. Rain Falls is posted in seven short ch...
"I think he's signaling to you, sugar." I'd stopped to talk to the two guys who regularly positioned themselves at the corner of 4th Street Northwest in Albuquerque and the alley in which I temporarily resided in a cardboard carton. I hadn't been there long following a relocation from Las Vegas and, although I'd found some work as a gofer on a high-rise con...
Chapter Twenty - Baby, You're A Fighter Busy with the flight back, and getting readjusted to the different hour, Ruslan hadn't had much time to think of all the troubles expecting him at home. Home. That was a strange word. Officially, he didn't have one anymore since he had given his house to Johnny, and he had no plans of getting back there. The problem...
All participants are 18 or over. ***** I walked into Vance's apartment building with wary trepidation. The last time I'd been here, my life was completely changed. I was drugged and unconscious in his apartment when the man called Vance tattooed the word CUMSLUT across my forehead. For a while, I had little memory of that night, but I sure had made some...
Wow, another interlude that ended up being far longer than I had hope. The intro to Chapter 15 has a brief character list if you're new (or have a memory as short as my own). The boys make their way back to the resort. Randy and Kent try to sort out what, if anything, they have between them. And Glenna considers going into the bakery business. Oh, and ther...
"I want to be naked with you," I whined to Marty, "is there any night we can be together? Maybe spend the night in a motel?" I already knew the answer. His wife, Miriam, told me she will intentionally be out of town Friday night so I could lure her husband to the motel. It was simply a matter of Marty working up enough nerve to meet me in public instead of...