Jamal's POV Every time I closed my eyes to sleep Elliot dominated my dreams. It was almost the same reoccurring dream I had about him. In my dream, I was in a room with Someone and the person was wearing one of those white fluffy bathrobes with their back turned to me. I immediately recognized Elliot by his full blond locks and call out his name. At first...
1. I'll admit I always had an interest in muscularity in men. A friend of mine -- he's a psychologist -- told me that it was natural. He said everyone, whether male or female, straight or gay, is attracted to rounded parts of the body: the breasts, buttocks, and the rounded limbs of the bodybuilder. But none of this explains my interest in penises. And, al...
The Coffee Shop III: The Good, The Bad, And The Hypnotized Disclaimer. The following story, is a work of fiction. The characters portrayed within are a work of fiction as well, and any resemblance to any person, living or dead is a coincidence and unintentional. Copyright 1999. This story is the property of the author, Canadian Cowboy (formerly known as...
It took me near a month to recover myself from the "gym encounter". I did my best to avoid thinking about it, with the hope of being able to get it away from my mind. I even stopped watching porn, because every time I saw a porn actor in action, it triggered all my memories about what happened. At first I tried to focus on the girl, but each time I saw a blo...
The doorbell rang and I could hear Dom Tom answer the door. Muffled voices and laughing... I wondered how long it would take before they came out here. Tom had left me hog tied on the bench on the patio. Naked, caged, and on my back. He found an unoccupied eye hook, used for hanging plants on the beam of the roof of my patio, and strung my bindings up to it....
* I was unprepared for this story. Classes, exams, 2 weeks without a computer, as well as a particularly frustrating writer's block all contributed, and for those I will not apologize. What I WILL apologize for, is that I have another story that I've been working on. A new one. 86 pages on a Pages document. Every minute that I spent writing this new story...
Sylvester had already expected to see his young neighbor arriving in the late afternoon. This would be the fifth time in the past ten days that twenty-five-year-old Alex had decided to pay him a visit. Sylvester would always be in the garage whenever Alex showed up and said hello. The thirty-three-year-old African-American man would depend on his home gym to...
It's been a week and a half since I first met "Jason's" lovely cock. Even Jason himself has praised my progress. That was a few minutes ago -- now he was relaxed on my living room sofa, sipping from a bottle of spring water. I was lying on the couch, with the back of my head resting on his muscular thighs, looking up and his firm pectorals and handsome face....
Meritocracy: the idea that anyone can rise up to the top based on their skills. Everyone preaches it, but nothing could be further from the truth. Sure, an incompetent, bumbling worker isn't going to get promoted, but merit is just the pre-requisite. What you need to have just so you won't get waved off like an annoying fly. The rest is connections. The...
SORTIE #5 The night Johnson's detachment returned to the ship, I could hardly sleep. Before the sun was up, I was wide awake. I couldn't help myself. Fuck, this is stupid! It's only 0500! I heard reveille over the loudspeakers, the noise of sailors getting up to start the day, and the flip-flops of shower shoes on the march to the head. Finally, finally, FI...