Author's note~~ read parts 1 and 2 for the back story. ~~Part 3~~ Roughly 2 hours after I had been tied to the toilet the door was opened and the light turned on. I was so excited that I started to gag again on the rubber cock, but by this time I had learned to turn off my gag reflex and control the gagging. It had taken me about a half hour to learn to do...
Poppa's Cub: Prologue Kyle sat on the edge of his best friend's bed. He was watching Roger pack his life up, into boxes. He stuffed books, drawings, childhood mementos, and sealed each one up with duct tape. He would stack the full boxes into a corner of the room and stopped to take a break. "So anyway," Roger said, "I want you to move in with me." "I c...
In 1985 a friend in England had suggested I rent Lawrence Durrell's villa in Bellapais in Northern Cyprus. My friend was a writer, and he had said, "There are places that can inspire a man, and having read Lawrence Durrell's Alexandria Quartet, I am sure that his villa on Cyprus will be full of inspiration. And I have heard it's available to rent. Go there,...
*** This is an absolutely true story about how I became addicted to pleasuring older men and the event that led to me sucking my first cock. This is my first attempt at writing and I will try to recreate the event as accurately as I can remember. I am not a professional writer just a guy wanting to share his first blow job experience. (Male/Male, exhibition...
This story is dedicated to all the real Super Heroes of our time - The Service men and women of our Armed Forces and First Responders. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may inspire new work, please feel free to contact me - all E-mails will be answered to the best of my ability. End of Chapter 28 I think he might even...
After Scott's intense three way with Tom and Ben, he walked around with a constant erection which could barely be contained by his khakis and boxers. Memorial Day weekend had been particularly rough for him, as his wife was out of town visiting her relatives and wouldn't be back until Wednesday. When he reported to school on Tuesday morning, Scott was more t...
Reader alert: this is not an erotic story I am conflicted about publishing this story. I do not mean, in any way, to trivialize the horrors a man like Julius would have dealt with. The idea came to me when I was half asleep, on a plane coming home from a meeting. I tried several times to tell it from Tom's point of view but I couldn't make it work. I am a...
It was patently evident to Colonel Nesmith Norman what the nawab was so clumsily suggesting. The pretty girl who was being presented to him and who was one of the nawab’s many daughters borne to him no doubt by one of his many wives was fully at Colonel Norman’s disposal should he so desire. This had become one of the many acknowledged perquisites in a caree...
A sequel to "Concentration and Muscle Control." If you read my previous piece, you'll already know that my use of the gym is closely linked to my sexuality, my love of hard masculine muscular bodies. Following the closure of the first gym I had used and where I had learned so much about training, about myself and what triggered my attraction to sex with m...
It was a cold December evening and wind whistled through the branches of the linden tree in Dan's back yard. Dense clouds the color of steel wool were rolling in from the west. Dan took a swallow of beer and listened for birds, but the only sound he heard was a freight train blowing its whistle somewhere in the distance -- probably heading south like the bir...