Steve has been away now for going on two months on his latest Paris assignment. Can't wait for him to return to introduce him to our expanding "family". I think he will be overwhelmed with what I have turned up. Oh well, that will have to wait. I don't think I have mentioned that Sarah was interested in fashion design (Steve doesn't know yet, but it will ex...
*All characters are 18+ Subsequent chapters may take a little longer as I will be working on Poor Simon* Darryl Smith did not have an exulted life. He was not living the American dream. He was a janitor at a high school with a social society like Lord of the Flies. The teachers were snooty, the sports stars got their asses kissed by everyone, and every...
Note: You may wish to review Donna The Dominatrix Parts 1 and 2 in the Nonconsent/Reluctance category to see what happened to Scott previous to this story. After their experience with Donna the Dominatrix, the four administrators were in a complete state of shock. Scott, in particular could barely walk after Donna plunged a huge dildo in and out of his ass...
"Don't worry, he won't hurt you but he cums the most of any man I've ever seen, so be prepared to drink a cream shake," Chris whispered in my ear. These were the last words I remembered for a while that night. Maurice was to be my trial by fire it seems. Word spread like wildfire through Steamworks and a crowd of both sexes in all states of undress and aro...
"Mike?" The voice was unmistakable. It was fairly deep, masculine and although he tried to make it sound like he was surprised to see me; we both knew we wouldn't miss our five-year college reunion. Especially knowing that each other would be there. "Hey. Stan. How's my favorite college roommate?" I said. "Mike, I don't know how to take that seeing as ho...
Chapter Eight - Into the Trenches 8:00AM in the morning and here I am walking into the school, my first day at Algonquin. I discover to my dismay that the cafeteria on the Campus is comprised of seven vending machines, along with chipped, plastic laminate, mismatched tables and orange and yellow 'sixties plastic chairs in varying states of disrepair. Ther...
Beware of beardless youth for they are a greater source of mischief than young maidens." ~Muhammed Radu's dance did little for Mehmed's vow to uphold the sense of rigid decorum taught to him by the Molla. The firm spine of his education and breeding, when tested, pressed like glass beneath glass, hairline cracks formed by the weight of equal desire. With an...
Part 1: I can tell it now [names have been changed] I was always timid. Don't know why. Just never the rough-and-tumble sort. And I was a homosexual before I even knew what the word meant. I liked cocks even before I knew they could do more than piss, clear back when the only word I knew was "peepees." The Mormon church, of course, taught me that I was on...
My assignments continued over the next two months, nothing special, mostly just "modeling" sessions with businessmen. It had gotten to the point that I knew the layouts of several well known Center City Hotels very well. School was also going very well, finals were coming up and I was on pace to receive all A's, thanks to all my free time. My life was school...
This recounts a first meeting between an older man and a younger one, seemingly to explore a smoke buddy connection with another gay guy. The story is true, and is the opening to the longer story of how smoke buddies became lovers looking to build a future together. Errors are mine, the memories we made together. Fall was underway. The air had that cool cri...