**********This is part of a dark, rough story with lots dark, rough gay sex. If that's not your thing, be warned! Otherwise, enjoy! Thanks. -MR********** The rest of the afternoon was a strange, nightmarish blur. I know it lasted for hours, well into the evening, but I only remember bits and pieces of it...hazy moments like dim shadows on concrete walls, th...
The pain was fighting with the pleasure; the fear with the exhilaration. The struggle for the dominant sensation was sending my adrenaline through the roof. God, I was skipping along the top of the clouds. Shit, I was skimming the searing flames of hell. Pain, pleasure. Pleasure, pain. Right there on the edge. Would he love me or kill me? Would he fulfill my...
I was early, and my car still smelled like cum, even though I'd left the windows cracked all day. I wasn't too worried about someone breaking into my car while I was at work—they watched the VP spots pretty closely. Then again, those security cameras could be a double-edged sword. I was being watched too, and leaving at four on a Wednesday was not exactly ok...
Summary: Creatures of habit. Jake stole a nervous look in Klaus's direction, but the guy seemed as impassive as ever while reading his newspaper. "The gangs are kind of fighting," he eventually managed to speak. The last few months had been like a fairy tale. Not that he believed in such things. But whatever was happening between him and this man he could...
It had been a hot day and hadn't cooled off much during the evening. Grandma's house didn't have air conditioning so the place was usually a little uncomfortable on nights like this, even with the presence of fans all over the place. I was dripping wet even though I was only wearing pajama bottoms. Sweating like a pig even though the PJ's were made of light...
"Come back here you!" The shouts were getting louder. Tom Carpenter ran for his life through the trees of the vast Higglesworth estate, cursing his ill luck. But the law of averages said he would get caught poaching one day, after all the many days of free meat. His father never asked where it came from, though he knew, for they were a desperately poor fam...
Chapter 3: Patrick & Conrad When I left the bathroom the first person I saw was Patrick standing right outside the door. He looked me up and down as if he were checking me out. He smiled and said, "Those sweatpants look really good on you." "Yeah, thanks. They are a bit snug but comfy for now until my clothes dry." "Until then, Alkibiades would like to ta...
"Good evening, sir, what can I get you?" "Vodka and tonic." "One vodka and tonic coming right up, sir." My customer was an attractive man with salt and pepper hair and yet he didn't look physically old enough to have almost totally grey hair. Handsome, he was tanned with a tight muscled frame, probably just under six feet. He was too rugged and masculine...
As I look back on my coaching career, I can't help but smile. I have a respectable record of wins and season trophies, a long list of young men trained as sportsmen, and a couple of Most Valuable Teacher awards. I also keep a private list of names and telephone numbers. Men, you see, come in three varieties, and three only: * Curious (wants to try sex with...
Jimmy, Round One Three weeks after my blind date with the delightfully submissive Chris, the teasing waiter from the bar where our blind date had started came back into my life. We were hiring an office assistant, a general gofer, in the office, and there he was among the applicants. His application wasn't among the best, and I certainly didn't know him fro...