This is not a story in the traditional sense. There is no plot, there is only a small hint at the end about motivation and that there is a wider story. It is a description of a sexual event. It was inspired by seeing some photos on a blog about sex between men of disparate sizes. It is told from the perspective of the small guy. Naked. Face down. Flat on...
I woke up, Kyle was curled up next to me. I looked over at my boy, his hair all mussed by sleep and the lovemaking that preceded it. His face looked so relaxed, he was so content in repose. Kyle had gotten so comfortable in being with me, and I was letting him sleep over more often than not. I stretched a bit, not enough to disturb him, but to let the muscle...
You wake up and prepare for your day, unaware that this would be the last day you would be considered straight. You shower as you did every morning and felt the water's warm touch as it cascaded over your skin. You could stay here forever if you could. But you need to start your day and the hot water would run out before long. You wash your hair, then the re...
The following story isn't a story so much as a confession. I could have rewritten it in the form of a narrative with characters and plot, but I think I will save that for some other time. Instead, this story is more of a stream-of-consciousness confession of the fantasies I have. Being that this is all a true confession of sexual secretes I've been keeping I...
It smelled of mud and grass. Voices became clearer, but still felt dim and far from me. Blurry bright lights flooded my vision. I saw the silhouette of football players trying to aid me to my feet. I can hardly open my eyes. I precariously stand, held by two guys who walk me slowly to the lockers. Cannot recognize them, they seem enthusiastic, don't know why...
Chapter 7 - "This is how it feels to be fucked by a real man!" I hung suspended in the sling, spread-eagle with my privates displayed like a two dollar whore. He had restrained my hands above my head, denying me any modesty or protection. My legs were spread wide and hoisted into stirrups, laying bare my ass cheeks which now were smeared with lube. My ass-...
1 Timothy 5:22 That night, I lay in bed unable to sleep. Everything that had happened that day felt... unreal. But I knew it had happened. I could still feel Levi's hands on my skin, his arms around my body, a phantom sensation... Like when you can still feel the waves hours after leaving the ocean. My mouth felt strangely numb. My mind was swimming. I'd...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Tanner turned onto the exit ramp when he saw the familiar blue Rest Area sign. This specific Rest Area had become THE destination of choice for simply getting his rocks off. It was almost like a drug now. He thought to himself suddenly that he probably wouldn't be here again for...
I was just thinking about how much I wish I was back in college and younger. I only went to school for a year and fooled around with a few girls but no guys. I wish I would have. It would have been amazing to have a roommate to suck and fuck anytime, or found a senior or frat guy and be his "girlfriend". I would have been available to him whenever he wanted...
Scott Clark hated his whiteness. He wasn't able to articulate it exactly in that way; he claimed to be coming to terms with his submissive nature and his overwhelming desire to serve the Black race. Had he been a bit more self-aware, a bit more introspective, he could have accurately described his self-hatred as stemming from his inherent need to feel superi...