This story is entirely fiction—it has a copyright and can not be used without written consent. * PRISON MEAT: Part One "Prison Barter System" Joe lay motionless in the hospital bed; the cavernous prison ward was dark, illuminated only by the red glow of the exit signs. A soiled neck bandage covered a four-inch slash, received defending himself from the "b...
The weekend had officially started, so James turned off his alarm for the extra sleep he needed that night. Benjamin's warmth and scent were intoxicating, so his sleep was almost a dreamless one. When he did find himself in a dream state, he stood alone in a museum gazing up at a portrait. The picture was a Renaissance-style rendition of a young man naked in...
Dillon looked at the storeroom clock for the second time in as many minutes. Eight o’clock, at least another hour before he could see Jamie. It wasn’t that Dillon minded working until closing. He’d done it more times than he could count. Still, Dillon couldn’t remember ever being this anxious to leave before. He wanted to be with Jamie so bad he could taste...
My eyes went to the water of the harbor just below and to the right of where I was sitting on a sultry, glorious evening in the Mediterranean. There, between the bows of two bobbing small yachts, I saw them in the water and smiled to myself—two spent condoms, floating there, like gelatinous jelly fish, on the surface of the slightly oil-slicked water. Had I...
Chapter 05: Bryan 'The Final Instalment Of The Legend Of The House Of Shame' As I became more and more sexually fixated on Wolfie, Ian was worried on my behalf. I was never unduly concerned. Although some of my previous nervous symptoms returned, nail biting and stammering. And I admit, my thoughts did occasionally turn to alternatives. I found myself th...
Last thing. And always the chore Tyler hated the worst - getting his tux tie worked right. It wasn't helping that he was crouched over the galley counter in the Lucky Card's cramped main cabin or that his hands were trembling from the risk he was taking. He had to get himself into this monkey suit quietly because he didn't want to wake Axel, in the other cab...
a Rayne Wylde story by Sadie Rose Bermingham 2004 On a cold night in December, just before Christmas, nineteen year old Rayne Wylde met up with his pimp, Rabid John, in the Dog and Ferret after a day's shopping in and around Soho and Carnaby Street. For the first time in his young life, Rayne found himself with money in his pockets as a result of his 'work'...
"I don't like this." I coughed on my French fry and stared at Erica. "What are you talking about?" "It's pretty obvious he's using you, Joe. The guy is horny and can't get any, and instead of resorting to his right hand, he's using you as his personal Fleshlight. That's not right." After Russ' not-altogether-unwelcome intrusion into my room seeking anothe...
On Friday night, Lenny Post walked into The Rodeo, a gay pickup bar where he was well-known. He had an itch his dildo couldn't cure so he was looking to find the most well-hung stud he could. He enjoyed sucking cocks but there were some times when what he needed more than anything was for his ass to get a good cramming and this night was one of those times....
He awoke on a cold January morning. Mother gone to see her father pass, as these were going to be his last days with the world. His siblings were with there grandmother as to not put anymore stress on the boy or his dad. The boy turned 18 today, and he had none of his family to spend it with, besides his dad. Not his father, for father is biological, and b...