*All characters in this story are above the age of 18 years old* *This story was inspired by and written with the permission of redbeardedsf. The characters and situations involved are from his story "The Ultimate American Boy Contest." He is a writer of excellent slave boy erotic fiction. If you are Nifty enough you can read his stories, and get a better u...
He had left me there. There I was kneeling at attention in the middle of the room, hole plugged, and eyes covered by this hood. He had walked out of the room 10?...20?...30 minutes ago? I don't actually know. The shower water shut off. My mind began to race a bit thinking of the room I saw when I turned around to suck his cock. Just a glimpse. But I saw a s...
The couch and the floor soon become littered with our shirts, undershirts, shoes, wallets, keys - all the things that get in the way as Ben and I struggle to find a comfortable way to make out. Driven by mutual desire, we put up with the lumps and barriers of scratchy fabric until we both start to laugh. We just sit up and laugh. I snuggle my face next to hi...
We have stripped as we came into the house and headed to the bedroom. As we passed down the hallway, I asked you if you trusted me. Your response was in the affirmative. I told you I wanted to experiment and that you had to be my submissive this time; it could be your turn next if you wanted. With some obvious trepidation, you agreed but only after I promise...
I slide my tongue up the long leather shaft of his left boot. I've been cleaning them for what feels like hours, he hasn't said anything, except for the swift nudge from one boot to the other. Finally, he leans down, pushes my head away from him by my forehead, he catches my jaw, pushes two fingers into my mouth, the strong leather taste, moving my head so...
The new boy walked up the driveway, the rain adding to the darkness, and the fog offering a welcome blanket of privacy. Ringing the doorbell, he wondered what in his 19 years of curiosity had brought him here. Was it just curiosity? Was it a search for adventure? Was it just boredom? Or was it that the high school and university bimbettes that he'd already c...
I rolled in about 3:00 and parked my bike in the garage, took my stuff in the house and grabbed a beer. I put my bike stuff in the mud room and went to the master suite. "Hello" "Hey Billy babe, I'm home." "Whose home?" "Mine." "Good week?" "Yeah. Good guy. I helped. Who knows, I could have fucked him up." "I doubt that. What's going on tonight or thi...
My eyes went to the water of the harbor just below and to the right of where I was sitting on a sultry, glorious evening in the Mediterranean. There, between the bows of two bobbing small yachts, I saw them in the water and smiled to myself—two spent condoms, floating there, like gelatinous jelly fish, on the surface of the slightly oil-slicked water. Had I...
Maybe it was how free the young waiter was with the boisterous crowd on Saturday afternoon in the Rothenburg, Germany, bierstübe—beerhall—with him touching the men and them touching him and patting his biceps, chest, and bottom as he passed, swinging up to six full beer steins in his hands without losing a drop of lager. The array of steins looked almost as...
Chapter Three: The Oil Company Executive, Ty Haskell How could I ever have imagined I'd be in a situation like this? But it is all about business—all about who was going to offer the best oil concessions. It was hard to tell whether the young blond was a willing participant or not when I was ushered to the pool house of Prince Sayeed el-Basir's palace. Ami...