Disclaimer: all characters in this story are entirely fictitious. The events described never happened. Please do not read if you are under 18 or are offended by explicitly sexual material. Andrew walked home from the party. No, he didn’t really walked, he stumbled and staggered, legs held as wide apart as he could, nursing an asshole that only a few hours e...
Folsom gave a muffled scream of terror and pain as the knife struck him. It, surprisingly, was only a glancing slice across his naked thigh. But trussed up as he was, spread-eagled naked and bound on the bed with sexual devices possessing every orifice, he was completely at the mercy of whatever game Sten was playing. He steeled himself for the next slice of...
It was well past midnight on a Friday evening at the Boléro on the Wollestraat in Bruges' Garenmarkt district. This was the third night in a row I'd occupied this small table in the shadows of the basement strip club bar, nursing my drinks, keeping my black cloak firmly wrapped about me, and searching for just the right one. I had assessed all of the club's...
Chapter 7 – Tommy's Story – Closure Tommy had quickly found work and a place to stay, although it was only a box room in lodgings it suited him. The work he found was at a local food store and he worked there for a good two years before another opportunity presented itself. The newly formed NHS was recruiting and they needed nurses, male and female. The pay...
I was a married college student, in my mid-twenties, back in the 1970s. My first semester in school I was exploring the campus and was on the second floor of the Student Union. The entire second floor was virtually deserted as I wandered the halls. I had the urge to pee and found a men's room tucked away down a short, dead-end hallway. I went inside and st...
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters, locations and the world in this story belongs to the author and copyrig...
It's Saturday night. I'm out with my boys in the bar. I'm sipping my drink trying not to stare at him as I watch him with his friends, laughing and having a good time. My friends are talking at me, but I don't hear a word they say. I'm focused on him, though I'm trying not to be. I can still taste him on my lips from the night before, feel him on my cock. I...
Jodie wanted me again. She said she cared for this old Lord Kenrith. He paid her lots, not just for the caring, to prevent him from going into an old folk's home but to keep him sweet also, and that meant pleasing him in a certain unique way. "He claims he is too old for sex but likes to get his kicks in other ways." "Other ways" I enquired. "Don't laugh...
Much of this story is based on a true experience, with a tad of spice thrown in for the flavor. It had been about 2 months since my wife and I had separated. She had taken our 2 boys, aged 4 and 1, and moved to the city, about 5 miles away, still in New York State. The main reason we had separated was that she had a very strong sex drive, and my own was l...
I loved my work. My job is great. And from my cubicle, I could see my supervisor, John, perfectly. My name is Mike, and I'm gay. Guys have been my thing since I was a teenager, I think. My parents blamed my shyness for it. Ah well, I moved out right after college, and became my own person and all of that. So it stopped being their "problem". John is my...