By my second semester of college, I had really grown into college life. I had done well in my classes, made new friends, gotten involved in intramurals; I even had a girlfriend! But the role I had most grown into was my secret life as my dorm floor slut. By know I had about 8 or 9 guys on my floor who I would "service" in the showers. I would hang a blue to...
College is a time for experimentation. That was what Matt had told himself when he took the first hit off the bong with his new roommate, John. Matt was new to the dorms on campus, having been a commuter student the previous year. He had saved up enough money working over the summer to finally afford housing. Matt had always been shy. He quickly learned Jo...
Well, Monday night football is over and the week moves on. Having the house to myself and nothing to do, well what a great time for hot tubing. I worked all day in the yard and sanded some walls for painting. I also went to the store and got some steaks, bourbon and fresh corn. I was set for a great evening. Around 6PM, Larry showed up. He brought a bottle...
On a whim I decided to drive up to the adult “novelties” shop down the road, it just happens to be open twenty-four hours. I got there and browsed around for a while, finally deciding on a couple DVD’s and as I was walking up to the counter I noticed some dildos and butt plugs staged prominently near the register. I glanced at them for a minute and grabbed a...
First of all, I'm not gay. In fact, I had hardly given it a thought until I opened the door that hot august morning. I was twenty-five and living in my first really nice apartment. Id recently gotten a new job, a fat raise, and moved into a premier singles complex. Nice apartments, swimming pool, Jacuzzi, health club and all the hot tight babes you could sta...
"It's ok, little one, you have time for a nap," Mr. Hamad pulled me into his side as we inched down La Cienega in the back of a chauffeured Mercedes heading for the airport. I still wasn't feeling right, but anxiety drains my energy. I'd calmed down a bit. He had sent me off to the shower by myself. I scrubbed away the guilty feelings. When I finished, I'd...
Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong === I scrolled down the pictures of men's underwear filling the screen, trying to locate the Calvin Klein boxer briefs Jake prefers. If I bought him the wrong ones, he'd wear them once and then that would be it. He'd say they were uncomfortable or they chaffed at his thighs or they rode up into...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is a continuation of the series about Chris Donaldson and Justin Corvino, who were roommates during their sophomore year of college. While living together, Justin turned Chris into his personal cocksucker and submissive - a fate Chris initially resisted, but eventually came to love. Along the way, Chris had other admirers. He gave u...
The sun had just come out when I finally could make out what was happening in the apartment building across the street. I gasped when I saw the actions taking place. By the window I could see the man who I've met on occasion, his name is Gavin. A nice old man with a nice sturdy body. He was by the window head back in the sun as another older man who I've nev...
Part One: Strangers on a Train (or - In Flagrante Locomotis) ©1999 * * * It was like being a child again. Rayne Wylde leaned out of the sash window in the corridor of the Virgin Intercity train and sucked deeply on a cigarette, watching as the last trickle of early morning commuters hustled across the platform and into carriages, some wrestling with c...