"OK, you can take him down now." The police techs went to work in releasing the body of the young man from the restraints on his wrists that had held him suspended from the ceiling. The ball gag in his mouth and the lash marks on his back, chest, and thighs—and the fact that he was naked and a well-formed pretty boy—made clear to Cassidy what he was being s...
I want to thank all those who sent me feedback on my first story. This story will include 2 of the characters from the first, but the premise is not the same. First, the story will be told in 3rd person, not in the 1st person as in my first story. The plot will be different as well. In fact, I have decided to go in a direction I have never gone in my writing...
The following story is a fictional account. The characters are entirely unreal and so are their situations. Thus no direct attention was paid to probability or safety for the characters. Such practices should not transfer over to real life situations. Practice safe, sane and consensual sex. For your own damn good. If you have problems or issues with queer po...
Back up in the cockpit we sat and talked and talked, and talked. I knew that more would happen, that there would be more between us. Would he expect me to return the favor? Could I do it? Could I actually suck a cock? I smiled to myself shyly. I bet I could. And what about anything else? The thing that I feared the most. Would lance try to fuck me, try to pi...
This story's a sequel to Copenhagen Couple and Meetings with Mark. It's not necessary to read those stories first, but some things will make better sense if you do. * At the age of 20 and after my first experiences with male sex I acknowledged to myself that I was bisexual. But I wasn't going to be open about the fact that I liked to be with men. Sadly, bi...
It began in a basement room of the huge building that housed the Summit County Home, an aging, red brick fortress of a building that consisted of three floors over a full basement that was now used only to store miscellaneous items. The upper two floors of the building were used as housing for males and females who had been abandoned by their parents, often...
As I drove us back to my room I scanned my memory for any time I could recall being someone's first experience. I was drawing a blank. As many encounters as I'd had in nearly thirty years I was sure I must have been. I guess they handled themselves well enough to hide that knowledge from me. I started putting myself in Mike's shoes to formulate an approach...
He was selling fish from an old row boat, a big, broad, dark man, with a big smile. He would be about twenty or so and was lazily pouring sea water over the fish in his basket, no, not lazy, just using minimum effort in the heat of the day. The muscles of his sweat sheened body seemed to flow under the skin as his wide shoulders worked. The tapered, hard, to...
My Neighbor Made Me Do It Ch. 8 by: CapnSteelBoy ...down, down, down the spiraling rabbit hole we go.... --------------------------------------------------- Chapter 8 bah bah bah bah! That damn alarm again! Untangling myself from my boyfriend's embrace, I moved my hand and smacked the alarm clock off. Heaving a heavy sigh, I got up from the bed, Jamie c...
* Jeff * By the time I made it home after retrieving my car from Mom's garage, I must have already been half asleep. The shadowy, nearly-deserted streets rolled by like a dreamscape, broken by occasional startling white flashes when my headlights picked out drifts of snow amid the darkness. It seemed surreal, like something out of a film noir, or possibly s...