It's November 1974 and twenty-something Ben is spending a leather sex weekend in New York with forty-something Ian and Robert, two tops on vacation from England. After being used as an eagerly submissive sex toy all day, he's gone with them after midnight to the Ramrod Bar in Greenwich Village, to meet Richard and Peter, a couple they'd made friends with at...
My name's Richard McIntosh, and until a couple of months ago I was a perfectly ordinary middle-aged businessman, husband and father. I'm 45 and work as an area manager for an international finance company in a large city a couple of hours from London. My wife is Alison, my eldest daughter Pippa has just started university and my youngest, Katie, is in her la...
4-28-15 One Amazingly enough, the sun was shining outside. And I didn't mind that one little bit. We didn't get enough days like that. Although I loved the cool green damp of the typical northern coast in the City, my body occasionally craved the sunshine, even if my eyes weren't used to the shock. Sunshine. Rest and relaxation. It's why we were here....
The song "Kisses Sweeter than Wine" sprang to my mind, because that was what his kisses were. As far as I could tell in the dimly lit Blue Moon resort hotel room in Las Vegas, he was a young hunk, no older than I was. Most of the men in the room were older, a few probably twice or more my age. None were complete throwaways, but he was prime among them. And h...
All characters in this story are above the age of 18. ***** It had been a long day and an ever longer swim practice. I had just walked back to my apartment. I was actually beginning to think that I could relax tonight and not have to service Ben or Dan. I had not seen either one of them in over a week now, as I rode the elevator up to my floor and walked t...
The endless scenery zoomed by as Duke sped off into the horizon. He checked his watch, it was 9 AM and the sun was rising higher with each passing minute. He reckoned that at the speed he was going, he would surely make it to Mali before noon. He had awoken at 6 AM. As soon as the sun's first rays streamed through his windows. And he had been riding ever si...
This is a continuous story. In order to understand it fully it is best to read it in its entirety, starting with Chapter 01. The story so far: Josh had been doing research at the UT Medical in Galveston to perfect a cloning technique that would allow the transfer of the human consciousness into a cloned but not sentient body, effectively just a human shell....
When he drove me home the car was silent. I didn't know what to say anymore and Gavin seemed to be caught up in his own thoughts. I wanted to ask him if he was thinking about this morning, when we'd both gotten up and gotten dressed without a word. Or the strained atmosphere that hung over us as we ate breakfast and forced ourselves to make small talk....
As soon as Roger walked through the saloon-style doors, Kent reached for a glass. He'd never before seen a man in such need of a drink. If the dark rings under his brown eyes weren't enough, his incorrectly buttoned-up shirt and mop of dishevelled brown hair clearly used to more attention than it was currently getting were a clear indication that Roger was...
I woke up early, sunlight pushing through the feeble barrier provided by pale yellow curtains. I was lying on a double bed in a strange room, and for a moment I wondered where I was. Then it came back to me. I was at my teacher's house, Mr. Wild. I had found a sordid and sexy video he had starred in before he became a teacher, and used it to blackmail him...