Here I am, a thirty two year old slave kneeling on the floor next to my Master in the coffee shop. Sure, I used to get strange stares, comments of all sorts, and asked to leave on a few occasions. But those were years ago. I am as common here as I am in the grocery store, the park, the post office, Master's work, and anywhere else really. I am my master's p...
It was September, 1972 and I was beginning my sophomore year in college. Academically I was in excellent standing and decided I could handle a few more challenging courses especially when it came to elective subjects. So, I enrolled in a Modern European History class. The class was rather small and after the first session I understood why. The professor app...
Note: This story does not revolve around a quick sex scene, so if thats what you're looking for, this story isn't right for you. Hi guys, I'm back with a new story. This will be slightly different from my other stories and I hope you give it a shot. As always, all feedback positive or constructive criticism are accepted. There will be a total of 11 chapte...
Marc's foot wouldn't stop tapping as he nervously sat in the back seat of his ride share. He was almost at the hotel already, filled with apprehension. He wasn't sure if he could go through with it. It was one thing to play around online, quite another to bring it into the real world. This was the culmination of something that had been building for months. T...
Two days after Daniel had come over, I was working at the shop when Max came in. There weren't that many people in the shop and I had another employee by the front window setting up some boards. Max walked up to the counter where I said, "Afternoon, Max." "Afternoon to you too, Dick," he replied. He wore black skinny jeans with a white sleeveless shirt. The...
There had been rain off and on all day, and it started up again as I was walking from the theater in Tokyo's Ni-chome district of Shinjuku, so I dipped into a small grocery store entered by a foyer in a small apartment building. The deluge, although heavy, hadn't lasted long, and I could use some snacks for the hotel, so I walked the aisles of the store in s...
Author's Note: Many thanks to your fellow readers' inspirational comments and up-votes, below is the second free-standing installment of the Working It Out series. I hope you enjoy reading it even half as much as I did writing it. ***** Normally, my morning commute is incredibly frustrating, what with all the traffic, texting drivers not aware of the gree...
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-...
By that point, I was starting to realize how life-changing being gay really was. It wasn't just the sex, despite all the mind-blowing ways I'd found to get off, and the fact that I'd basically gotten addicted to cock. It also meant a lot for my future. Before that summer, I'd always assumed I'd be like the people I'd grown up with: I'd settle down with a ni...
Hello, I know it has been a very very long time since I last posted anything on here, I've just been having a very stressful and busy year, but I hope to continue all of my stories and maybe even a few new ones, hope you enjoy I would also like to say a massive thanks to my dedicated editor Cannd, who is both a lovely person to work with and a delight as an...