I would love to hear your input! Contact me through the contact tab on my profile. Chapter 3 of a young man being forced by a stalker. I would warn you about it, but then, that's why you came here to read it you naughty boy... ***** Things have been weird this week. A girl asked me out for a date but I declined. I'm not entirely sure why, she just didn...
I was a 3 letter jock in high school, tall and well built. My best bud Chip, my wing man, was several inches shorter and not as big, but was all man. He didn't play sports, but we always chased chick together and would be hunting together every weekend during hunting season. There was a definite closeness between us, but never anything sexual. After gradua...
Billy and I dozed contentedly in bed after our double fuck session, Billy's two cumloads dribbling out of my well used ass, when the front doorbell rang. I looked at the bedside clock, it was just after 10 am. We weren't expecting visitors so we both were happy to stay in bed and ignore the doorbell, but whoever it was continued pressing the bell. They were...
The brown leaves crunch underfoot as I weave a path through the undergrowth. My daily walks often take me around this area of my local wood and I love the tranquility of it all. Eventually I reach as suitable spot and after checking for any onlookers I unbutton my belt and reach for my pulsating cock. As I draw it out it grows harder until it reaches its ful...
One evening as I was driving home from work I encountered a traffic jam due to a multiple car pileup. I didn't want to sit idly in traffic so I turned off into a residential area figuring I could find my way home. It might have taken longer than waiting in the traffic, but at least I would be moving. Winding through the residential streets I saw a new house...
I was woken at 3am by being rolled from my side to my back. I took me a moment to understand what was happening. And what was happening was that I was about to be fucked. Again. I hadn't liked Gilles when I had first met him online. This was in the Caribbean, where the local men tend to be tall and dark and potent-looking, and Gilles' profile was monosyllab...
When James told me he was "70% gay" it didn't come as a big surprise. His designer dog, stereotypical lisp, animated conversational style, and constant singleness were pretty much arrows pointing to a reality that he thought he was hiding. But, as a member of the church, he felt it was important to only come out to a few close friends. People who would be un...
I was to be leaving for overseas for quite some time and have a few mates I chat to online who are way into speedos like I am. I have over ninety different pairs and love wearing them everyday for swimming and as underwear. I have always been into them after having been in surf club as a junior, played rugby league and wore speedos and footy shorts as much a...
As I stood outside the entrance to the old British colonial-style Windsor Hotel in Nuwara Eliya, Sri Lanka, in the shadow of Mount Pidurutagala, waiting for someone to take me up to the ashram, I couldn't believe how far—and how far back in time—I had moved from Teddy's cabin in the Catskills. From the moment Teddy's business partner, Mort Whitley, had drive...
First, I would like to thank CopperSkink for the time and effort he put into editing this story. At times his comments were brutally honest, but they were always helpful and I believe they improved the story immeasurably. Any errors of style, syntax or anything else one might find wrong with the story are clearly the fault of the author. 'Reciprocity' repre...