Within seconds of hearing the latch lock into place on the plywood door, the mound jumbling the inside of the sweatpants nonchalantly positioned itself within eyesight of the 6-inch oblong cutout joining my stall to the next one. Darkly veined hands fingered the rope tie at the waist and with faked patience untied the loose knot, allowing them to drop silent...
This gay story is based on a tale I wrote as Dreamweaver705 ("Nina"). All characters are 18 or over. ***** I was eighteen, off to my first year of college in a new town, and even more excited to be out of my parents' house, on my own for the first time. I had made arrangements for a room off-campus since my application for a dorm on campus was floundering...
I knew where this was going. I was sitting in Kamrod Tikka's lap, both of us naked, me facing him, and with my heels resting on the headrests of the adjacent seats in his business jet high over India en route to Bangkok. He already had his fat cock up inside me and I felt his hands go under my buttocks from each side, and my buttocks spread and a finger fr...
Chapter 08: The Cup and Eagle Mrs. Featherwink thrust her fat fingers into the empty space beneath the floorboards and felt around in the hope that it wasn't gone. Her fortune. Her future. Dried mouse droppings rolled in the dust as she scrabbled at the empty space. She pushed her hand farther and touched nothing but shit and wood. If it had not been for th...
This memoir has been on my mind for a long, long time. I think it may be a common story. I’m always reading these days about bi curious guys. There’s a chat room I visit where the guys talk about how they would like to try sucking dick. Some may never try, and just get off talking about it, but many are genuinely curious about the fantasy they have in their...
My boyfriend is going to cheat on me tonight. I just know it. He’s such a whore. Lobo claims that he’s only going to try to get his high school pal to do a little figure modeling. I know better. He’s normally not interested in women at all. However, he’s told me before that he doesn’t really consider her a mere woman, but his ultimate muse. I’m certain that...
Chapter Five: Interlude One His story complete, and Michael snoozing in a deep, exhausted sleep in his arms, Abazar ran the tip of a finger around the young man's nipples, first one and then the other. Michael sighed and trembled in Abazar's arms, but he didn't awake. Slowly Abazar ran a hand down the marble-smooth skin of the young man's chest and belly an...
It was a memorable day. Fritz outed his recent conquest, my fellow boarder, Simon, in the living room in front of Greg and me. We had suspected up until then that Fritz had designs on Simon, but when he directed the boy to suck his cock by gesture alone, Simon had obeyed. Greg and I had some history and as we watched that lithe handsome young man worshippin...
The slave trader, cloaked, with a hood covering his head, led the way in the predawn darkness up the dock and into the streets of the Greek island of Mykonos at the eastern edge of the Mykonos harbor port. Behind him was a burly yacht crewman with a blanketed bundle bent over a shoulder. Another crewman followed, a machine pistol in hand, his eyes looking ev...
Chapter 1 It's a pleasantly warm evening in the Phalloji Village. The occasional carriage rolls by the trail between the lively taverns and brothels illuminating the sleeping twilight dusk as the stars begin to shimmer above with the moon just peering beyond the horizon of Aphrodita Island. Aphrodita Island is no center of malice or filth, as it used to be...