I awoke wrapped in the cowboy's arms. His strong muscles made me feel safe. I just lay there for a while. Finally I felt his hand reach up and move my hair. "Awake, man?" He asked. "Uh huh." I confirmed. He moved down and kissed me, deep and passionately. I felt his massive member harden. Mine did as well. Our hands roamed over each other's bodies. He kis...
"Silas's Choice." "Say what?" Rocky Hansan asked. "Silas's Choice," I repeated. "You are offering me the same options you offered Silas Collins three years ago. Did you realize that?" "Of course not," the chief of the Near East Division said. "Farthest thing from our minds." But he looked of his fifth-floor window at the unexpected April snow falling on h...
February 2010 "Justin tells me you'll take cock for fifty dollars." The massively muscular dark chocolate Tulane all-American fullback, dressed only in athletic shorts, showing off the physique of a god, completely filled the doorway of the small basement bedroom in the Alpha Tau fraternity house. He was leaning against one side of the door frame, his musc...
I visited Mr B a couple more times in the following weeks; once for another overnight visit, which involved a quite severe and prolonged caning from Mrs Walsh, whilst the second time was a summons at short notice just to "drain his balls", as Mr B put it. This lasted no more than a few minutes and simply involved me getting on my knees just inside his front...
You know the drill, don't read unless your of age. If you like this pure fictional story or have comments / ideas let me know through the email link in my profile. ENJOY We had settled into a routine of sorts. I was now resigned to being his man-servant and kind of enjoying it. The sex was relentless; he was always hot and horny and could easily cum 4 or...
Mahmoud's binoculars nearly fell out of his hand as he watched the young blond Adonis on the small yacht down in the Kusadasi harbor strip off his Speedo and stretch out on the roof of the yacht cabin to take in the sun. Mahmoud Noufeh enjoyed his voyeuristic pastime spying on men in the harbor from his tenth-floor balcony perch. He particularly enjoyed it w...
"My name is Nario. You are Mr. Armstead?" "Yes. I was expecting my uncle." "He could not come. I am his boy." Yes, I'll just bet you are, I thought. But then he clarified, if not enough to make a difference to me. "I am his houseboy. Welcome to Naples, Mr. Armstead." "Call me Harry, Please. Is it far from here to Positano?" "No, not too far. The worst...
I was really bummed out. College had turned out to be a repeat of high school. I didn't fit in and was constantly being taunted because I was smaller than the rest of the guys. It was May and I was done with this school crap. After deciding that I really didn't want to go home I had begun hitch hiking across the country. This was my third day and it wasn't l...
I woke up a little hazy. Unsure if last night really happened. I didn't believe it until I felt how sore my jaw was. My mouth had never been put through anything like that before. The night was confirmed again once I saw the anal lube, butt plug and skimpy black thong sitting on the table. I read the note again and tossed it in the bin, wondering who that gu...
Barely into the new day, 2:30 in the morning, and Paul is taking Raul again in his bedroom. Raul is suspended in air, his belly supported by the plow belt, his arms extended and spread, his hands clutching the front edge of a dresser, his legs hooked on Paul's hips, and his ankles pressed into Paul's upper calves below his knees, while Paul grips the strap h...