My name was Mario. You must be curious as to the word "was". This will be explained later in the story. After college, I hooked up with a few casual friends from my university days. We weren't close friends but I do remember some good times we had experienced together. I received a phone call from Matt asking if I would like to join him and Todd for a drink...
The Tim's was full when I got there. I mean full. This particular Tim's is usually busy, but this morning .. not a seat to be had, let alone a seat at a table. Well, no, there is one seat. Guy I recognize from the gym. Sitting alone, but obviously waiting on somebody. He nods and I nod back. I'm in line, waiting on a server. 'What are you doing? What are yo...
I made breakfast for the two men, taking a moment to eat my own out of my bowl on the floor. Chris came into the room, wearing shorts and a tee-shirt. "Have fun with Rob, slave?" "No, Master. He was very rough on me." I hated having to be so respectful even when I was angry. "Good. Rob has his own stable of slaves. We like to trade every so often. Being w...
The agreement pt 2 "Don't worry though, it won't be going out on the net to be freely accessed by just anyone," the Master's assurance came as a wave of relief. I almost felt bashful as he seemingly suppressed a laugh knowing that he'd had me going for a few seconds. "This will just be films for a hand-selected few special clients with highly developed...
I was forced to confront my masculinity laying back in a bathtub full of lilac-scented bubbles...my previous experiences with girls and young women flashing before my eyes as my olfactory senses were assaulted with the feminine aroma of my second-ever bubble bath, and the images of a man's hard penis seared into my hands, mouth and mind. My entire belief sy...
(Author's Note: This is the third installment in the brownstone series. In reading order it is Michael, chapters 1 and 2, Charles chapters 1,2 and 3.) * When I woke up I was in my bed. There wasn't a part of my body that didn't hurt. The nausea I felt earlier reared its ugly head and within a moment of being awake I started throwing up. Peter just held my...
This is my first story, be gentle please. As a general rule, I am usually hot. No, I don't mean hot as in attractive, nor hot as in horny. I mean hot as in temperature, as in sweating, as in wanting to walk around in your birthday suit in an attempt to cool off your body in the flaming heat of summer. But that often applied in winter as well. Walking down...
He pinged me on Scruff when I got back in my car after riding a biking trail. He said he had a 10" uncut cock that always needed lots of attention and a 7-day load he needed to release right now. He didn't have Pro, so I asked him to send me a pic. He did. It was a selfie of him naked, with a baseball cap on and his head bent down so I couldn't see his fac...
Ok, Badru thought, pulling away from the slave to catch a breath. He really had to stop kissing this man. And this was just kissing. He had long since dumped that wine skin and just pressed up himself against the still chained up slave. How long had he been doing this? An hour? He hoped not. He still had to hide the slave... "Damn!" He cried, face palming h...
A Homoerotic Story By Jason Land FOREWORD This story covers a two year period in the life of one, Dr. Andrew Waterlow, a brilliant Oxford classist who turns to school teaching as a profession, but who who is finally appointed, aged only thirty, to a research professorship at the University of Oxford. Depending on context, he is variously referred to in t...