This is a fantasy story set in a fictitious land and in a time of medieval sorcery. All characters depicted are 18+. Although this story is in a time where safe sex is not heard of I would always recommend the practise of safe sex. CHAPTER 9 – Not everything on sale is a bargain. The sun has been up for a couple of hours now and even though the trees offe...
If you've read any of my previous stories you're probably thinking "This guy is seriously gay." I'm not. As previously stated I don't find guys attractive, and have no romantic feelings towards them. Yes, I've sucked some cocks and if you read my lurid descriptions you'd think I'm some kind of "gay male whore," but my preference is definitely women. I'd...
* * * * * * * * * * HOT YOUNG COACH . . . SUPER-SEXY CHEERLEADER . . . STUD QUARTERBACK . . . Travis Williams has returned to his small Texas town's high school as the Conner Cougars' assistant football coach. Five years ago, when he was star quarterback, Bill Harris and Sandy Oakes worshiped him from afar. Now, Bill is starting quarterback, Sandy is hea...
My name is Tom and this is my story, of my first visit to Amsterdam; it all started at our usual Friday night pub meet in the centre of Manchester. I always looked forward to it as the guys there treated me as an equal. The usual heated discussion had started. This time was what we would do if we could get away together for a weekend. I said; let's all go...
Just as before, this is a true story, but I added the barebacking because fantasy is where I live out my desire that is too dangerous and irresponsible for real life. After my first experience, I couldn't wait until the next. I had heard about different sites for hookups in the internet. That night I searched and found that there was one just for guys lo...
Chapter 3. "Learning My Place" That was a summer of changes, and my transformation was orchestrated by Carlos, the cook at the diner I worked at. He was a married man who exploited my submissive willingness. He sensed that I wouldn't protest or turn him in, and for weeks drove me to an abandoned parking lot to train me to be a better cocksucker. After a fe...
Sometimes I get an urge that takes control of me... I didn't even bother shaving my body, though I did flush my bowels. I slipped on my tight, cheap, bright-blue mini-dress after strapping on my fake DD tits. Not being able to wear 'high' heals, I put on the tallest pair I could wear. My Wife, Jean, put on a dab of make-up to make me look like as much of a...
It's Saturday night. I'm out with my boys in the bar. I'm sipping my drink trying not to stare at him as I watch him with his friends, laughing and having a good time. My friends are talking at me, but I don't hear a word they say. I'm focused on him, though I'm trying not to be. I can still taste him on my lips from the night before, feel him on my cock. I...
Emile watched them from the shadows in the pale moonlight. He had driven the limo slowly and sedately up St. Charles Street in New Orleans' fashionable Garden District, past majestic Second Empire Victorian houses. He looked for addresses as he glided down the tree-lined street in the dark of the night and eventually found the one he sought. Following the de...
DILEMMA ONE: Learning The Game This is Tristan. You would like Tristan. Tristan is a healthy gay boy, slim and active, with a voracious appetite for cock. He wears skinny-jeans that show his bulge to best advantage, and a short T-shirt that leaves his toned midriff bare. But Tristan is confused. Tristan wrestles with a conundrum he's unable to resolve. Li...