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The ping on his phone startled him. "Text when here." He sat nervously in the back of his Uber, en route to meeting a new Dom for the first time. He had been daydreaming about their online conversations online that had started about three weeks prior. He recounted the naughty and perverted things he had shared, and his limits he had discussed, and even ha...
Goddamn, was he handsome. Such were my sudden--though hardly unprecedented--thoughts as my face was shoved into the wall beside that of my arch-rival, Amir Khalili. I might have attributed them to the stress of our situation, but I would have been fooling myself. I'd had a hard-on from hell since long before Edgewick pulled us apart. Fighting could do tha...
The low rumble of thunder and the patter of rain on the roof woke me from my first night with Johnny. There was a warm feeling of immense satisfaction tingling throughout my body. I felt almost high if one were to describe what I was feeling the morning after our first night. Everything we did had the right feel to it, unrushed, real and satisfying. My first...
*Welcome to the final chapter of Poor Simon! All characters are 18+ I have decided to do the last chapter in 3rd person to give people a little perspective with Anthony. Thank you for staying with me and please enjoy!* OCTOBER,ONE YEAR LATER... Anthony Rogan Christopher woke up, feeling foggy and pleasant. Glancing at the blue digital readout told him t...
I was forced to confront my masculinity laying back in a bathtub full of lilac-scented bubbles...my previous experiences with girls and young women flashing before my eyes as my olfactory senses were assaulted with the feminine aroma of my second-ever bubble bath, and the images of a man's hard penis seared into my hands, mouth and mind. My entire belief sy...
This story is dedicated to all the real Super Heroes of our time - The Service men and women of our Armed Forces and First Responders. This story is a work of pure fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or l...
This story is dedicated to all the real Super Heroes of our time - The Service men and women of our Armed Forces and First Responders. This story is a work of pure fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or l...
Second Night in the Park I was so nervous I didn't think I could go through with it, but I followed him deeper into the trees anyway. What are you doing, John? I asked myself. This guy could be crazy -- he could be a fag-basher -- he might beat the crap out of you -- maybe kill you! Why are you doing this? Why don't you go somewhere you can actually see...
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. As fiction, the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be un...