Brock Barry Peterson was the handsomest man I had ever seen. He was over six feet tall and had smooth clear skin, blue blue eyes and white white wavy hair. He was always impeccably dressed in expensive well-tailored suits, crisp ironed shirts, and tastefully colored ties. He wore a special cologne. I don't know what it was, but it was heady. Sitting across f...
I felt so vulnerable. He came and ruined my life in under 40 minutes. I had nightmares about having to stare at his cock. Nightmares about when he rubbed my spit and his cum all over my face. When I had to lick his hairy balls. And just the thought that he's got it all on camera, made me sick to my stomach. I was praying, hoping that that's all he wanted me...
I had just turned 18 a few weeks ago, and was enjoying some newly found freedom. I was a virgin and wasn't looking for any kind of homo action, but I was a little bi-curious. I was by no means camp and have never had my sexuality questioned by anyone, but when it came to the idea of sex with another guy I liked the idea of being the feminine partner to a mus...
There was always an arousing thrill to being somewhere you weren't supposed to be, doing something you weren't supposed to do. The inappropriateness. The danger. Instances like these were never about long held fantasies, but rather, moments of sudden opportunity that struck with the realization of - "I could do it right here, right now and nobody would ca...
Bobby made me his faggot with his legs. My smooth-skinned, skinny-legged 18-year-old high school buddy wrestled me one day, dominating me totally in his brutal scissor holds and "forcing" me to have sex with him. I say it that way because I was just waiting for the chance to be his and in wrestling and squeezing me half to death in his powerful young legs th...
Gaspar's Country Club is exclusive, to be sure. The annual fee for membership, most people don't make in a year. The golf course is pristine, the dining facility top flight, and the grounds are gorgeous and exquisitely maintained. If I'm not mistaken, it employs nearly one hundred and fifty workers. I'm a golfer, and I bring guests and clients there frequent...
Author's Note: Apologies to everyone who was begging for more after the last chapter which I posted... Nearly a year ago. I am still alive luckily. I tend to get bad writer's-block when writing NSFW works and decided to forget about this story for a while and possibly eventually come back with a fresh perspective. I am hoping people who enjoyed the previous...
It had been three months since Rachel had dumped me. I was the only one to blame. For the past year, I had been neglecting her. I didn't want to go on dates anymore. I didn't give her much attention. And I spent way too much time online... late at night. What did I do? I watched gay porn, read gay stories and chatted with gay men! Yes, I was starting to figu...
My neighbor Mike is a good friend of mine. We often hang out, play basketball and watch football on Sundays. I am married and my wife likes Mike so we all get along fine, but Mike and I are closer friends. Mike is 34 years old and is a big guy. He is about 6 foot 3 and weighs about 225 pounds and very Black. He used to play football in college and is still i...
Mark was 19 and he was average. Everything about him was average. He was average height, average weight, average IQ and sick of it. After finishing 6th form college, Mark had decided to take a gap year before going on to University. He'd had it all planned. He'd sold his car, sold his guitar, worked cutting lawns for the old people near his house and ended h...