A few hours later I wake up with my mind less foggy from the hangover. I still feel distraught from the last 24 hours and how things feel like they have spun out of control. Luckily Jeff's couch was as comfortable as a couch could be. No "Seinfeld" bar hitting me in the back all night or anything like that. My mind is still reeling though for sure. I gather...
Apologies for my apparent case of dropped-off-the-face-of-the-Earth-itis. I had a momentary attack of self-pity and then Christmas happened and then studying for exams happened, so I've been under the radar for a while. The fact that comments keep coming is a real boost to me and I'm finally back in action. This thrilling instalment comes with a dedicati...
I awake the next morning with a start. It is early, so very early. The mixed emotions from what would seem to be the oddest night of my life seem muted by the pounding headache that cannot be ignored. Fuck! How much had a drank last night? The answer seemed simple: too much. I also quickly realized how cold I was. Apparently Jeff thought that the one flann...
Thank you for the votes and comments on part 1, I'm glad people enjoyed it. The whole story is written so it will all be posted soon. * * * * * * Simon I spent most of my first day at work half-hard. Greg's photo, despite all it did to me, did not do the man justice at all. He was the most handsome man I had ever seen, and I couldn't help checking him ou...
The image of Thomas leaning back against his car that Wednesday evening as I walked out of the training facility and onto the parking lot, took my breath away. This soft, gentle, giant of a man leaning back with his feet crossed at the ankles, his arms crossed, it suddenly hit me...why did he have this effect on me? "When you told me, you were a soccer play...
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...
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...
Jamie peered over the lip of his cup, the sweet taste of the mocha frappe still clinging to his own lips, as he scanned the sprinkling of customers that were scattered about in the small cafe. A boring pair reading their papers and magazines. Two others ensnared in a heated embrace. Another writing busily. All bored him. But there was one man, hunkered over...
I have been best friends with Calvin since we were children. We fit together like two puzzle pieces, him being more assertive and me needing someone to tell me what we were going to do that day. He sometimes picked on me, but I always let it slide because of how close we were. We did everything together. As time went on, Calvin developed a condition in mid...
Author's note: This is what I hope is only the first installment of me and my three stepbrothers, how I became their sex toy, their slut. Future installment will depend on what they want me to do, and on the reaction I get from you, the readers. Reference to ages has been omitted, so either assume the characters are of age, or use your imaginations and fill...