On the hottest, steamiest night of the summer in the big city, I almost met my Maker. I was an undercover cop working for the vice squad, about to observe and take part in a drug transaction outside the Frisky Bar, a gay strip joint in a seedy part of town. Moving down the alley closer to the drug buy, I moved out of sight of my partner (a mistake), and pas...
**Station 1: The Game Starts** After stepping a few steps into the room, the light from the door illuminating his path suddenly vanished as the door automatically closed shut and locked itself. Adam is now standing in total darkness, void of any light, as though he had closed his eyes shut. He put out his hands and feels around, stepping ahead one foot at a...
"Rise and shine, whore." Was the first sound that I woke too in the morning. At first, I didn't know where I was or remember anything that had happened in the past couple of days. I groggily lifted my head off of my mattress, feeling a pressure all the way around my neck and also inside of my ass. I shifted on my bed, feeling my anus probed further. "Ow, o...
After a few weeks, it became clear that I would need some help around the apartment, so I knocked on Franco's door to see if he knew of any cleaners that were looking for hours. He pointed me towards the notice board that was in the foyer, saying he often used the services of a lad who regularly advertised there, and I saw details of a cleaner that I took do...
If you enjoyed the first Spotting Shane chapter, I hope you'll like this continuation. This story is pure, unadulterated and mostly true. ;-) *** As Samantha stood in front of me, the look on her face had quickly gone from one of utter disgust to that of being emotionally crushed as the tears began to fall down her face and she turned and walked away from...
This is pure fantasy, fiction, but a little bit of hope embedded. It's Friday, I'm leaving work, and I drive straight to his house. It's about 2 hours and I spend every weekend up there, serving him, pleasing him, attending to his needs, and in return, he takes care of me. I pull into the driveway a little later than normal, traffic was a nightmare, as i...
It was late at night, when Coach heard the moans coming from the lockeroom. The moans were low and throaty, and accompanied by loud whispers. Getting closer Coach was able to make out the whispers. It was just one word over and over again. 'Alex, Alex, Alex.' Turning the corner he sees the culprit. Tommy Barnes lays on one of the benches legs spread wid...
Although Dwayne had just covered my face, hair and bathtub with cum, he was becoming erect again. My wrists and ankles were still cuffed, my mouth still taped shut and filled with Dwayne's liquid-filled/-encrusted jock strap. Despite the circumstances, I was hard and anticipating what would happen next. Given the strengthening of Dwayne's veiny shaft, I had...
It's a particularly warm day as Kevin and I lounge on the couch. The sun shines through the window next to the couch, its warmth counteracting the cool breeze of the air conditioning. He's snuggled with a pillow on his chest as he watches a TV show on the projector and drinks from a glass of whiskey and ginger ale. His firm legs are across my lap, and he per...
I carefully stretched my arm muscles while flexing my entire body before the mirror and check myself out for a while. I could easily afford to do that - at this time, the gym locker room was deserted. Very few people came here this late at night, and that's what I liked. Privacy. It was almost absolute - I saw nobody else in the gym at this time and there wa...