"Oh god yes." I panted, "oh god." My usual demure composure had been obliterated, leaving me unable to form coherent thoughts. And why this sudden lack of poise, you may ask? It's all because of HIM, because of what he's doing to me. Perhaps I should start from the beginning... It all started out like any Monday. For the last six months after graduating col...
This is my first published story. If you are under eighteen or don't like two men in love, don't read this. The story does take a while to get to the sex part, so if that's the only reason you're here, you can skip to the end. Enjoy, and please comment! ***** As Terry Bane pulled into the driveway of a familiar cabin in western Montana, he wondered whether...
"A simple day at the gym," that is what my friend had said. Unfortunately he didn't mention how simple it would be, nor the fact that it is an all-male gym club and definitely not the fact that we were expected to service all the patrons there. "Hi, my name is Tad," I said, "How may I help you today?" As he pulled me gruffly to him, "I need my cock sucked...
Last week, I had a very hot time with a young man. I wanted to write about it in here but remembered that I still hadn't finished this story from last fall. I felt guilty about starting a new story till I finished this one so I dusted it off and got it ready for you all. I hope you enjoy it. Remember this is a true story. Now I can write down last week's fu...
Badru paced the room, panic rising by the second. Oh Gods, he had killed his slave! He looked down at the possibly dead man on his bedroom floor. Was he dead though? He wondered, wringing his hands. He should certainly check since it wasn't like he could ask someone else to do it. Slowly, Badru tiptoed closer, almost as if expecting the body to jump up and...
The following account of late 19th century sexual torment was taken from the journal of Daniel Nickels, the Captain of the brig Waccamaw during the Civil War. The journal was discovered hidden behind a wall during recent renovations at the Bellaire Plantation in Savannah, Georgia, where the Captain lived after the war. I surveyed the chamber for the upcomi...
I'd passed the cop about a mile back. He'd been standing there, arms folded, next to his police regulation Harley in a pull-in at the side of Route 10. Now he'd reappeared in my rear view mirror, getting closer by the second. Every now and then, the sunlight caught on his dark glasses and dazzled me. He followed for a couple of miles while I kept an eye on t...
"So, will you go with me?" I looked across the table in the open-air area of Effendi's Restaurant on the Kyrenia Harbor quay, and I could see the need in Tahir. I had known he would ask me that question. That was why I was here, in the Turkish zone, on my last night in Cyprus. Make him happy, the chief of station had said. He hadn't said how to make Tahir...
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...
"Are you up for spanking?" Jacko asked the moment I arrived for our weekly rendezvous in his mobile home. "Give me a chance to get in the door!" I returned with a smile. "Well Alex. I just wondered; with you wearing those very evocative tight brush jeans which, as you know, work wonders on my libido." "Is that what they call it now" I teased - deliberatel...