Just as when the door closed, I felt someone push me up roughly against the wall. "Who the fuck are you?" I demanded with the side of my face pressed up against the wall. "Shh..." a husky whisper said. Who was he? I couldn't put my finger on his voice. "What do you want, asswipe?" I demanded. "Having my fill," he whispered and I felt him tie a blindfold o...
"Hello?" I answered the call on my cell phone. "Hello?" came the reply. I was startled. It was as though I was listening to my own echo, except that it sounded electronic and artificial. "Who is this?" I asked tentatively as I sat up from the couch, the leather creaking as I shifted my weight, shattering the still silence of the library in the house that Z...
What awoke me were the caresses to my naked ass. I was enjoying them when it occurred to me there was no one home but me. My wife and the kids were at her mother's house and would be for two more days. I bolted up to a sitting position and I was suddenly facing a gun not ten inches from my nose. I looked up and there was a guy wearing a ski mask. My eyes loc...
The alarm clock on the nightstand blinked, 4:15am. It was a warm night, the blankets had been kicked away into a tangled mess sometime earlier and the young man that lay on the bed wore only a threadbare pair of sweatpants. Taylor was on his side, asleep and facing the wall with a peaceful expression. He was exhausted, college and his job barely left him any...
INVITATION Sitting across from Archibald Thompson, the private school's Headmaster, was Stanley Morrison, the school's largest benefactor. Stanley was having a Halloween costume party for his special clients. He needed five students to attend the party. "So, Stan, you are asking me to send five gay students to your home for a Halloween party." "That is c...
* I was unprepared for this story. Classes, exams, 2 weeks without a computer, as well as a particularly frustrating writer's block all contributed, and for those I will not apologize. What I WILL apologize for, is that I have another story that I've been working on. A new one. 86 pages on a Pages document. Every minute that I spent writing this new story...
Something short and hopefully sweet. Any errors that remain are mine. Thanks to LarryInSeattle for his editing efforts. All the participants are over eighteen. Enjoy. ***** Being rich takes a lot of work. Being obscenely rich, not so much, especially if you're lucky. Luck is a relative concept. I was unlucky that my parents died when I was but a wee la...
It was a full moon autumn night when the masquerade took place. Hundreds of masked and nameless bodies writhed within a world pulse pounding music, electric rays of light and heightened arousal. David had adorned himself in a white roman toga with a black leather belt cinched at his waist to allow the cotton material to accentuate his finely toned buttocks...
Just like always I can hear the nearest neighbour pour water into something before he shuts the water off. The soft padding of feet floating above my head. I follow the footsteps, wandering beneath him. It's fascinating, how I can hear every move he makes. I know when he goes to work, when he comes home, when he sleeps and when he wakes. I know that he list...
I woke with a start, someone stroking my cock through the rubber. It's one thing to go to sleep exhausted, drugged and horny in a rubber Vacbed, but entirely something else to wake up in one. The claustrophobia was immediate and intense, not being able to move was frightening at first, then as I realized where I was, I began to calm a little. My breathin...