I don't want to write this. I avoided having to begin writing it down. But there are things that need to be said, and no-one else to say them. It starts with the boy. I say 'How old are you?' He says 'Nineteen, sir.' I say 'Are you sure?' He says 'Yes sir, thank you sir.' We are in the Motel room, me, him... and Mr McMasters, his manager, agent, or whatever...
His huge, black cock was bigger than my face. It was about 11 inches long and 7 inches thick. It was going to be difficult just to get in my mouth but Daddy (as he liked to be called) was expecting me to take it all the way. My lips were going to have to go to the base before he'd pay me that extra $5,000. No help. No woman had ever managed to deepthroat his...
"The F-Express Train going to Orly-TGV will depart in two minutes." I was sick of this automated voice, sick of the F-Train and sick of all these commuters making my life hell. At least it was the end of my shift—one last round trip, and I'll go home. There, I'll connect to dating sites, find the first bottom willing to get fucked, and I'll release all the...
Another boring week night. After spending all day standing in front of a machine, then coming home and spending the evening drinking beer and eating Joe's greasy food at Joe's Bar and Grill, my life was in a rut. I was with Ed and Mickey as usual, sitting in Joe's wishing we had something to do. Ed asks me what I'm doing this weekend, I tell him same as usu...
His cock was instantly hard, his brown eyes taking in my naked frame eagerly. the last few hours had been a blur, my best mate stood naked before me, his lean fingers stroking his thick shaft. I borrowed a large sum of money from him, and this was how I was going to pay it back. He planned on fucking me, harder and faster than anyone before him. He told me h...
J complimented me on my balls; he liked that I kept them shaved. I laughed and said I keep every part of my body shaved! I see that, J said, giving my ass a swat. I didn't actually shave my ass, I Naired it. My ass, my lower back, the backs of my thighs...the hard to get-at places. I'd offered to dress fem for J but he said he wanted me masculine. Masculine...
One might ask what I, a young American, was doing in a seedy bar and male bordello on a dusty street in Peshawar, Pakistan, walking down the stairs from the rooms overhead after having serviced a Pakistani military officer. And, indeed, that's exactly what the fine-looking fellow in a well-pressed safari suit who was lounging against the bar asked me when I...
Special note: This is a love story between two men who were brought together in the aftermath of tragedy. A lot of the subject matter deals with depression and the struggles that come with mental illness, but it also is a story of hope, second chances, and a bond that is stronger than sorrow, hopelessness, and even death. While there will be some steamy part...
I stood at the door for a few moments to let my eyes adjust to the light. The middle aged woman pointed toward her office. She told me to wait in there. I was scared. I thought about running up the stairs. The footpath was crowded. I could escape into the crowd. I hesitated. My semi-hard cock was still bulging in my damp jeans. I was worried about more peopl...
(Author's note: This series intertwines with other stories I have been working on that mostly focus on ENM. This particular arc begins before Rorke's arc but advances during Avery's arc and possesses an LGBT quality as it speaks through a different perspective. If neither of those things interest you don't have to read. I hope you enjoy!) ***** Very nice t...