I could have laughed—if I weren't a little weary and tired of the cruising—and tired of looking over my shoulder in case I saw Austin, not knowing what to tell him about having walked out on him. I'd walked the paths of Marconi Plaza park for over an hour without a bite when all it took was for me to sit down for a rest on a bench and a man sat on the bench...
1 As he looked around the room he knew it was a fantastic idea. Moving back to Hampshire was like reading an old story book that was found in a box in an attic from when he was a boy. The house was huge with six bedrooms. Being his parent's old house he once lived with his two younger brothers and one older sister. 'I need room for my piano' he thought as...
I was so excited. At nineteen, totally gay but still a virgin in all practical respects, I was about to meet the man of my dreams who would change my status. I was going to be fucked! I'd known since an early age that I was different from the other guys I knew. They talked about girls and cunts all the time whereas I could only think about men with gigantic...
This story is loosely based on real events in 1977. Loosely, because it was a long time ago and I can't remember it as well as I'd like to. Of course it was long before HIV, and we didn't use condoms. I came out as gay in my late twenties while at university in Townsville, North Queensland in 1974. It was still a scary time to be gay because male-male sex w...
I work as head of IT for a multi-county health care organization, am in my early 50s, and, up to the start of this story which took place about a decade ago, led a fairly normal life: married, three kids, nice house, vanilla lifestyle and very vanilla sex life. One of the addictions counselors in the office was "out" but not flamboyantly so. He came across...
"OK, you can take him down now." The police techs went to work in releasing the body of the young man from the restraints on his wrists that had held him suspended from the ceiling. The ball gag in his mouth and the lash marks on his back, chest, and thighs—and the fact that he was naked and a well-formed pretty boy—made clear to Cassidy what he was being s...
OK. I'm pushy. I'm an abrasive, irritating, know-it-all. 'Asshole', I guess would be an appropriate - strike that, PERFECT - term for me. I'm that guy at the party you see talking in the corner, wearing a beatific smile of intellectual arrogance you want to beat into jelly. Then, as the evening wears on, I become louder and louder, drowning out everyone els...
It had been nearly a week since my last meeting with my teacher, Mr Davis. And when I say meeting I mean when I walked into his office, was blackmailed into pulling down my trousers and underwear, bending over a table and letting him masturbate and cum all over my ass. You know, the usual. My experience with Mr Davis had opened my eyes to my sexual desires....
All comments and criticism welcome. My Boss, My Master: Losing it I kept up my office routine, even though I knew Mr. Compton was out of town and might not be back for the rest of the week. Each morning, I would stop in the lobby restroom, change into a pair of panties and then head to my office. I quickly found that I liked the feel of women's underw...
I should never have been flip when Vincent asked me about that photo of Phil and me I kept on the shelf in my cubicle at work. I didn't really want to talk about Phil. We'd been roommates at the university. He'd been the star athlete and I'd been the quiet, studious geek. Still, we'd gotten along real well. Night and day we were called at school. But I'd had...