Sometimes, going home with the wrong guy can be a mistake, a terrible mistake... * It started out a lousy day. And it just keeps getting worse. I meet him in a bar for the poor, the stupid and the stinky. I'm sat there drinking, thinking, sinking, feeling low, hungry, depressed and far from home, wondering what I'm going to be doing once tonight is through...
A story that is a little rough, especially coming from me, so take that into account as you begin. As always, feel free to leave your thoughts if so inspired. *** The smell wasn't so bad. I remember thinking that as I stood at the urinal of the bus station, and that was an indication that I had been spending way too much time in the men's room because I...
Afternoon – four-nineteen pm, and it's tar-melting sultry-hot. Hitch-hiking down through France, the Loire valley, medieval hill-top towns, and beyond. My nineteenth summer, in distressed jeans, faded T-shirt and backpack, dark shoulder-length hair and shades, as much for cool as the bullying solar glare. After a chain of short-term and unsatisfactory thumb-...
COCK-SUCKER TALES: 'THE DISTURBING CASE OF THE HELLFIRE CLUB' In which the great Victorian Detective is forced to confront the dilemma of his own sexual identity... This strange tale has a curious history. In their exhaustive study Drs Ben Doone and Phil McCavity, Professors of Literature with a special interest in works of a Deviant, Transgressive and Pr...
In the quest for my son, I discover connections everywhere I suppose I couldn't have been surprised by what happened at home, not really, not the way my luck had been running. After six months of cum-slut training, kidnapped by oversexed guerrillas in Colombia, I came home a dedicated cockhound--to a sexual desert. Nobody to plug my man-craving ass. Back...
Things get weirder in the House Of Shame As the weeks extend, things get weirder. A lot of water under the bridge, a lot of other stuff too. Wolfie becomes more confident in his power over me, and also, I guess, something of the novelty of my slavish attachment to him is wearing off. So he needs to shove it further. We were in the gymnasium, I was close to...
[Note: This story is an expansion and development of a story I came across a very long time ago on the web. I do not know the name/pseudonym of that author, but I want to acknowledge his or her role. That version of the story was very short and, IMHO, underdeveloped, but the basic idea stuck with me and planted the seed for this expanded version. -- Cyanlot]...
Hot Sex With Some African Queens Jo'burg. Ivan shows me around. He's been here before. He has friends, he knows places. We drink in a small bar off Rosettenville, then stroll further towards a club called 'The Blue Dahlia'. There's a low marquee outside. It looks rather run-down. But once inside, with the lights low but for winking red fluorescents and spot...
All characters contained within are entirely fictional; any similarity to any real or fictional person living or deceased is totally unintentional. Do not read this story if you do not enjoy reading about consensual sexual activities of an exhibitionist nature. Otherwise read on...... SUNDAY 10TH JANUARY 2010 Dear diary, this feels very strange indeed! I...
I always sit close to the new boy on the sofa, and while I am advising and lecturing him, my hand will occasionally rest on his shoulders; sometimes gently stroke the back of his neck; then move to his thigh, first giving it a friendly squeeze then very softly, trace my fingertips back-and-forth over his inner thigh. "You know I'm not gay, right?" said the...