"Would you have accepted my invitation if I'd said I no longer had Final Curtain?" "Of course I would have," I responded to Theo Kline when he'd pulled me over to a corner of the covered deck area at the stern of his new yacht. He gave me a hard look, though, and I'm not sure I convinced even myself with the bravado of that response. He started to speak, b...
Mitch struggled against the restraints. He was tied securely to the metal framework of the bed, seated with his back against the cold metal bars. When they had brought him here – who ever ‘they' were, they'd stripped him naked and tied him down. Mark didn't remember being brought here; his mind was blank. He stared around the room, hoping that something wou...
Note: While not necessary, the author suggests reading the original "How It Began" story prior to reading this part two. This following submittal chronicles Gene's experiences after he has left the Summit County Home in Akron, Ohio and is living in Fort Lauderdale, Florida. It was a balmy night in Fort Lauderdale with the temperatures in the comfortable s...
Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong === While Matt Strickson's PowerPoint presentation was unremittingly dreary, the way his arse flexed and rippled in the back of his tight grey trousers every time he turned towards the whiteboard was more than enough to keep me entertained. Most people betray at least some signs of nervousness...
A few months ago I met a guy called Edward and it turned out that, among his varied and chequered past, he'd been divorced and has a son in his late teens, just like me. His lad is called Ashley; he's eighteen and at university in Sheffield. My son is Jake who's nineteen and at Leeds. Edward is physically much larger and stronger than me; something I alway...
Some time has passed since my last visit to the video shop. It happens that a mistress intruded on marital bliss and the distractions excluded contemplation of cock sucking. Except to the extent that I have lately considered that my interest in cock, cock sucking, and the joys of anonymous male sex appear to be strongly linked to stability in my heterosexual...
Kyle was an adventuresome, inventive, strong-minded young man. In short, he was a smartass. He'd been raised by maids and chauffeurs, and he was spending his college freshman year abroad with the floating University of the Pacific not because he was brilliant—which, in some ways, he was—but because his parents didn't know what to do with him and better out o...
*** Disclaimer - the events related below occurred when I was a senior in high school. I, as well as the other students mentioned below, were at least 18 years old at the time. *** Throughout high school I was a shy kid. When I was in 9th grade, I was just 98 pounds and the only male in my class who weighed less than 100 pounds. The wrestling coach begged f...
I was running late by the time I walked to the gym on Thursday evening, and the place began to empty out as the clock hands swept towards its 10pm closing time. I decided to skip my shower rather than cut my workout short. By the time I was done the evening cleaners were moving through the building, carrying mops, buckets and the rest of their equipment. The...
He wasn't sure why he did it, but somehow he just had to get the better of Darren, and if stuffing a fish full of sinkers to win a competition was going to get him there, well he was willing to take the risk. He just couldn't overlook the smug little comments anymore, the subtle little one-upmanship that Darren always seemed to carry on with. Sure he was g...