Clint Folsom was angry, tense, and horny as well now, having missed his first opportunity to dispatch the killer of his lover. He had sought one form of death—Bruno Meister's death. Having been denied that, he now had a gripping need for another form of death. It was time to see if the Italian count was able to live up to his potential. Folsom crossed the f...
(Written by request for a satin fetish story by James A.) The music swells and the lights dim under the big tent, as the excitement builds in the audience and the buzzing conversations subside with the rising expectation that something—something special—is about to happen. Strobing lights and laser beams come up, gyrating around on the floor below and under...
I'd been sitting reading, with the lights out and just a lamp on in the sunroom at the rear of the house. Nero heard you first, lifting his head and then going to the back door and looking about, alert. There was a full moon, and I couldn't see anything in the backyard. But I knew there was someone there, outside in the garden or the neighbor's garden. Nero...
My godson and I were returning to Laredo after a weekend in Nuevo Leon, Mexico. Cheap booze, cheap steaks, probably the best part of my weekend was when I hired a senorita to show Devin a good time! You see, Devin, had just turned 18 and had been accepted in the University of Texas so he wanted to party with his favorite gay "uncle" one last time before sc...
- Boy, it's hot. He's coming through the garden towards me where I'm sitting on a bench. He sits beside me, too close, and for a moment his thigh is pressed against mine. I can feel the heat of him, the hard muscles of his thigh, then he shifts away a little. - Oops. Don't mind if I join you? I've been watching him inside, and now he's beside me, in the d...
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Life was little different in the mansion hugging the snow-clad mountainside at Snowshoe than it was in Hoagie's inn. Less demanding—in terms of service both at table and in the bed—and the surroundings certainly more sumptuous. But very little different in terms of feeling owned and controlled—and isolated, all alone in the world. I cursed Buddy nearly daily...
* * * * * The final part to this story, where Stan and Connor reach an understanding, and Stan makes sure everyone, including Darren, gets what they need. * * * * * Connor wakes with Stan's arm thrown across him and realises someone else is in the room. He focuses and sees Darren sitting on the side of the bed opposite. He props himself up on his elbow. "W...
MIAMI PT 6: SLAVE AND MASTER I lounged naked on top of Henry's freshly changed bed linens and anticipated what new pleasures lay in store for me when Miami returned from yet another coke run. Henrys bitch brought my freshly washed clothes into the bedroom, and wondered what she thought of my lying there butt naked in her man's bed, knowing what had occurre...
The wooden door slammed shut behind them, oak, embedded with generations of memories. Alex’s hands reached around and behind Jared. He grabbed his ass cheeks through the thin black material of the pants and pulled him closer until he could feel Jared's cock, hard and hot, pressed against his groin. He rubbed his own hard cock against his lover, savoring the...