Master Mike is a 50 year old divorced, Gay Master with a shiny bald head and a black mustache. He stands 6'6" and his hard, muscular body is the product of good genes, healthy eating, and years in the gym. I met him online after placing an ad about me and my growing need to meet a discrete dominant male interested in helping a married heterosexual man exper...
The remainder of us stood before the giant wind tunnel. It was about three hundred feet long and filled with plush obstacles. The drill sergeant stood before us. "You are to navigate the entire length of this course," The sergeant said, "...without Wingsuits." Everyone looked on in complete horror wondering how this was even possible. Not even gonna lie, I...
All started the day when Mike went to visit the gym. He was not a type of guy that had all the muscles, quite opposite. There was someting wrong with his genes, because he struggled and still had a skinny body. Fact that he was short only made it worse. He couldn't find any girlfriend and was still a virgin, taking the fact that he was 17. He hoped that he c...
I am a straight guy that has always had a curiosity in men but never did much about it other than go get blown at a video arcade. Well money was short so I responded to a "Help wanted" ad in the local paper. The job was for a male masseuse. I knew what this really meant though. You show up at some guys place, rub their back a little & get them off whichever...
This story can stand alone but will be much more enjoyable if you have read the first part; "Sorted out at the Fun House" found at my Authors site (dodge1191) on Litererotica. * I think anyone interested in reading this story realizes that I would return many times to the Fun House. It was just so erotic. About two or three times a week I would go there,...
JESSE I tried my hardest not to get my hopes up before I came here tonight, I tried to expect absolutely nothing. So when Dusty goes so far beyond my wildest imagination, when he tells me what he wants exceeds my wildest, craziest dreams, tells me he wants to serve me completely, I feel like I've been handed the moon on a fucking plate. The idea of having f...
I would like to thank everyone for all the feedback and positive comments. I apologize that the chapters are so short (especially the 1st). I didn't want to put all my time and energy into longer chapters if nobody liked or read it. Here's Chapter 2 and I hope you enjoy. ***** I feel all the blood drain from my face and I quickly move my gaze to the floor...
I can say this true story started harmlessly enough. I was a young up and coming 18-year-old swimmer and between training and school, didn't have much time for anything else. I enjoyed girls, and they enjoyed me but the training and school took its toll on my social life. At the time, one of my coaches, Mike, lived in this great condo complex near the pool....
Chapter 23 – W4 Monday evening (Just to catch you up – at the very end of Chapter 22, Luke had received this letter) "Mike," Luke said, "I received a very disturbing letter today from Sylvia." "Sylvia? Who is Sylvia?" "She is—was my girlfriend. Mike," Luke sobbed, "I don't know what I should do. She wants to make amends, here, just read it!" Luke handed...
As we sit there, he orders our dinner, I opt for something lighter, a sandwich if you will. We eat in silence, his arm never leaving my side while he eats his food with one hand. As the server clears our plates, Mike looks at me, turns my face towards his, and whispers, "I want you to be my new pup." I look back, confused, but I stop just before tilting...