For the second time I was sleeping with Gino, my new Italian lover who is the most down to earth guy I have ever met. There are no if's and maybe's about Gino, he is one positive guy which suits me fine and I simply rave for his style of loving to the hilt. He likes to take our first morning issue nice and slowly. "No rush" he whispers, today is Sunday we c...
Houseboi in Training - 101 I was lucky to get my latest IT gig. Contrary to what the Advisors told me in college, any technical skill (no matter how good you are or how many years of experience) are easily Offshored these days... leaving you, as it did me, with a load of debt and a skillset that can barely cover those minimum payments. Ah heck, at least I d...
I was 18 years old just out of high school, I had got a construction job with some guy who was friends with my dad. John was 55 years old, 5'9'' 270 pounds. He was a stereotypical pot bellied dark Italian guy, think the Soprano's Big Pussy. He hooked me up with the job and every Friday we would hang out with a few other guys we worked with and get a buzz and...
Peter says:- I adore being spanked if it is especially giving pleasure to my spankee. It stings of course but there is a certain divisor when the hurt can be made pleasurable when you have an experienced spankee like I do in Sir. His real name is Danny but that is how I must address him when he sessions me. And when the hurt becomes intense, a little strok...
When I woke Sunday morning, I was completely nude. I'd showered and removed my makeup before bed. The image in the mirror as I pissed standing up was totally male. I was clearly a man, in appearance at least. Sure, I was totally hairless, but that didn't make me less male. Inside I didn't feel manly. I didn't feel independent, willful, or strong. I felt vu...
Michael was a 40 yo man who stumbled across an app designed especially for those with kinky interests. He located a profile that peaked his interests. Mr. S was 71, 6'5, stocky, hairy chest, hairy back which was silver/white. In his profile pic, he wore a leather harness, leather jock strap, and leather hood and held a paddle in one hand and flogger in the o...
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Howdy. This is a super short standalone that I had found on my laptop when I was cleaning out some files, it contains BDSM between two consenting male adults. I recognize that this is a far cry from the "Hooking the Hockey Player" series and rest assured more chapters will be coming in the near future. Hope you enjoy, Artie. ***** Anxiety boiled in my gut...
The next morning I woke to the rocking motion of my bed and opened my eyes to see him kneeling above me, straddling my chest. We were both still naked and he leaned forward to put a wide leather collar around my neck, his balls and already half-hard cock grinding against my belly. Still half asleep, I laid there and let him put the collar on me, starting t...
Chapter Nineteen - The Shape of Truth They stumbled inside, laughing and joking, and somehow ended on the carpet in the living room. The game had been incredible, they had stuffed their faces with hot dogs and they had spent their evening in a dive, drinking and singing with other fans. "Fuck, this was the most amazing night out in forever, Alex," Aron sa...