Disclaimer: Read at your own risk. If you get caught by your local law enforcement agencies while doing it, well, you are one unlucky fellow. I was going to Malaysia and had a long stopover at Bangkok's Suvarnabhumi airport so instead of waiting at the airport I went to the city for a while. After I was back at the airport I was waiting for my turn at the...
I was in the dark, helpless, his tongue unerringly returning to my wanting ass, providing the enveloping pleasure that he now knew I wouldn't, couldn't, resist. Each flick against my skin a gently cresting wave, pulling me back into the depths of his perfectly baited trap, propelled on a neverending current of primal satisfaction at the very core of my body....
Millstone - ONE - (Hanging the Chimney Hook) All Rights Reserved © 2020, Rick Heathen This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental...
THE INGRAM-LEWIS CHRONICLES OLIVER'S FIRST SCHOOL DAYS A Homoerotic Short Story By Jason Land This is the first of a series of, stand-alone, short stories set in the early part of the twentieth century, concerning the life and times of members of an English upper class family, the Ingram-Lewis's. ***** The cane was tapping gently across a splendid pa...
I hadn't been bumped out of a job because of the arrival of the corona virus in Florida in March—well, first noticed and acknowledged in March—but I suppose it would have happened anyway. I had been a masseur—and more—at Andy's Fit Gym on New Haven in Melbourne, with no problem in finding clientele, when the police shut us down right at the beginning of Marc...
Author's Note: The usual warnings: if you don't like humiliation or far-fetched stories, please don't read. This one's also very dialogue-heavy. I'm working on sequels to some of my other stories but this is a just a quick little one off. Enjoy! ***** Kevin pulled up along the tree-lined street, parking in front of the stately Tudor. He fixed his short blo...
I returned home on Sunday evening, bringing with me two unopened varieties of poppers, having left all my smoking supplies behind, sitting on a bench in a sunken park, sculpture lining a stretch of what had likely been a canal in the past, a casual 5 minute walk away from the still under construction main train station. Smoking supplies which were still gene...
I'm eighteen years old. I'm alone in my room. I'm naked and I'm bored. School's out and I'm looking forward to a boring long summer. So, of course I'm jacking off my six inch cut dick. Again. I've shot off two loads already. Mom and Dad are both gone for the week, taking a well-earned camping trip. I declined. I'm just not into the rugged outdoor roug...
[There is no sex in this instalment! You have been warned. Life is like that!] Chapter XLI Introducing Roberto and Vittore Several months had elapsed. Bernardo was now chattering away in both Italian and English and could walk several kilometres. Caterina could walk quite some distance and could say a few full sentences. Olivia had begun driving lessons an...
Arriving promptly at the bathhouse's opening time on the day before New Year's Eve, the number of visitors was surprising. Four other men were around as I paid, and easily 8 other men were in the locker area at a time, the total in flux as people came and left as I quickly undressed. At the bar, the number of new visitors did not decrease, though there were...