//NOTE: There will be a few more chapters to come!// It was Friday night in Chicago and I decided to go downtown to Boystown—the gay district in Lake View East. I wanted to get my boyfriend a new dildo and look at some other toys, and it was the perfect time to do it, considering my 19-year-old sister had gone back to my parents' house for the weekend. Bo...
We strolled the dark soft sand hand in hand searching for the perfect spot. The setting couldn't have been more perfect for my first time. The only sound I could hear (other than my heart beating because of the bundle of nerves I was in) was the waves constantly crashing against the sand accompanied by the breathtaking smell of the ocean breeze. The sky was...
Chapter 9: T-shirt and a Teddy Bear The wind was bitter across my face as I walked across campus back to my dorm. I pulled the drawstring tighter, trying to further protect my wind burned face. The sidewalks had been shoveled, but were slick with the compacted snow, turning them into a slick ice trail. I kept my head down, shielded from the wind. My phone w...
Diary of a Cock Sucker. Chapter 28. In which our hero explores a new receptacle. I awaken early and in my usual disoriented state. It is semi-light in the room with daylight just barely evident through the curtains. I look around the room and then it all comes back to me. I am on a business trip and this is a hotel room with Paul, my assigned roommate, i...
Chapter 19. In which our hero is taken in hand. Some months of social turmoil have passed since the last chapter in this diary. The mistress of chapter four has made an occasional reappearance to both my delight and disadvantage. Delight to the extent that I find it impossible to decline; such is the overwhelming rapture of the exhilarating sex. And disa...
Chapter 1: Rendezvous In a moderate, forest area at noon in Honolulu, Hawaii, a young man of 22 trudges through the thick, lush forest. He regrets choosing flip-flops over his sneakers; having had the twigs and dried out leaves poking at his toes and feet for the past forty minutes. He grunted as he made his way around the knotted roots along the ground....
WARNING: I tend to use the "n-word" in my stories quite a bit. If you cannot handle reading that word, then this story isn't for you! Remember that this is a work of fiction and should not be taken seriously by anyone! ============================== It was late at night. I walked down the corridors, keeping an eye on all the prisoners. I heard a voice be...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This one's for you, NH. ***** As it got later that Saturday afternoon Brad tried to sit and relax for a few minutes before the party, but he was too nervous. He jumped up and checked the refrigerator for the umpteenth time-okay, there was plenty of beer and soda. The bowls on the dining room table and in the living room were filled with chip...
The next two years were the happiest of Peter's life. He was constantly walking around with a hard on in his jeans. He finally broke down, buying a cell phone when most of his customers asked him for a repeat performance. He had quite the little nest egg saved up to. At $500.00 a trick, with 4-5 tricks a night, six days a week, he quickly became the richest...
Sorry for the delay again! Keep the feedback coming -- good or bad and I almost always write back to anyone who sends me feedback. Don't forget, these are based on my real experiences... * Chapter 5 I flipped over on to my back and could feel my ass pulsating. Sean got up and went to the bathroom to clean up. When he came back, he brought the mirror and...