Thanks to all who have commented on my previous stories. I will try to make this one longer and go into details. Do tell me if you liked this one for not. Suggestions are always welcome. *** After my first time with Daddy, we regularly had sex, mostly at my place. He would come to my house when I was alone and make me his bitch. He loved to see me dressed...
A sequel to The Leather Store. *** I get off his bike and he kills the engine. He puts his helmet on the seat, takes mine off my head, and slips his leather finger into the ring dangling from the collar. "Let's go bitch, I'm ready to fuck." He pulls me to the cabin, up the stairs, and onto the deck. He pushes me against the rail, yanks down the zipp...
His rage was seductive. The way he looked at me scared me but still it drove me wild. He was going to force me to do it weather I wanted it or not. I went in for a kiss. It was a mistake. He looked so angry, but he grabbed the rim of my shirt and pulled me into him. I knew he wanted me as bad as I wanted him but he wasn't going to admit it. He shaved off all...
(This is a male/male story that possibly involves more than one man and also possibly some forced sex. If you're not interested in that, please don't read it. If you are interested, please leave me a message. It's also not meant to be a great piece of literary prose. It's meant as a fantasy of mine; nothing more. Enjoy.) * Site visits are my favorite part...
This is the story of my first experience with another male. The start of this story is a little cliché, I guess. I never considered myself as Gay, no even as Bi-Sexual. I'm not blind though. I know when another bloke is good looking and has a good body. I don't even mind the sight of dick and never once found it odd that I'd get aroused by the sight of anot...
With 4 hours until my next class, I'd left campus and gone downtown to window shop. After wandering through a few stores, I wound up sitting outside café having a cup of coffee. Shortly after I'd arrived, the tables began to fill up and before long there wasn't another available seat to be found. So I wasn't surprised when a middle aged man in a suit asked i...
My name is Michael, and I had just turned 19 years old in the spring of 1985. I was an average height young guy standing slim around 5'8'' tall and tipped the scales at a lean 175 pounds of trim physique. I was frequently told that I was an attractive young man who resembled the younger version of the county western singer Clint Black. I guess I was a typica...
My eyes just about rolled up into my head when I came on duty and Leon handed me a ticket for a B-6 Cowboy Special. "I might have to take something to reload this fast unless they're all content with a mouth job, Leon," I said as I stripped and started to pour myself into the cowboy costume. "Naw, that's why I saved that ticket for you," Leon said with a s...
I had been attending a nearby swimming pool for a few weeks to improve my cardio fitness. During the day there were mostly older retired people and some mothers with kiddies. As I retired early due to continuing royalties from a trashy self-help book I co-authored, I was able to spend more of my time doing the things I previously thought were unimportant. My...
Sometimes I think I was born with a "fuck me" sign painted on my butt. But then, I seem to have been born with that young and vulnerable look that turns some men on, and I'll have to admit that I love being touched—especially in one particular sensitive spot below and to the left of my navel, where I have a blue rosebud tattooed. Ever since I started having...