It was Sunday afternoon. Three days, and I had nothing. Nothing. Nada. Nil. Zero. Zilch. White screen on Word. Asterisks rained on my page while childhood melodies flooded my head: Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing-- nothing, nothing all day long. Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, how do you like my nothing song? I managed to type my thoughts, my desi...
I stayed on my hands and knees with his dick in my mouth for a while. He watched a movie, even dozing off a bit. I just waited, I could do nothing but run over my situation in my mind. It didn't get any better. Even limb, he was big, so I was having to hold my mouth open. No way was I going to bite down. With all the control he had over me, I might not survi...
I replayed last night again and again all day. The result, I was hard and horny when I arrived home. Tossing my briefcase to the chair, I flopped on the couch and loosened my tie. Grabbing my crotch, I started to grope myself as the amazing sex played through my head. I grasped myself hard, squeezing my nuts until they ached. Opening my eyes, I noticed somet...
I just stood there as Jon kissed me with no real reaction and he sucked on my lips like a vaccum. He didn't invade my mouth because he knew better. He just worked on my lips for a good 30 seconds before finally pulling off. "God you're so fucking cute Jason. I'm sorry if I stepped over the line but I just couldn't help myself after not seeing you in person...
Continental Breakfast I woke, or to be more accurate, I was awoken, on the morning of my actual birthday by the sound of the chain-tracked hotel curtains being yanked apart. The room lightened to a misty grey, the setting moon bouncing silvery-white light off the snow from the previous evening's blizzard and mixing with the faded yellow street lamps from th...
This day's haul of random stolen goods included a fresh cigarette, a tag that had been ripped off a mattress, a pen cap, an elastic band for long hair, and a scrap of torn fabric. The fabric was what bothered Arthur. It reeked of cigarettes, so he didn't understand why Benny had taken it. It felt like cotton, maybe from a T-shirt. Benny watched as Arthur thr...
What you're about to read: This is a work of historical fiction—recent history—inspired by actual accounts, so it's rather realistic though definitely fictional. The novella is built around themes I find erotic: captivity, sexual tension, male intimacy. However (disclaimer and spoiler), you won't find any full-blown sex here. This is the story of a queerly r...
Britt and Cody had rules, but you couldn't talk about them and they were always changing. This made things confusing. Take cum, for example. They were trading hands not long after they first started beating off together. And though it was understood that they try to cum at the same time, Britt had inwardly decided that getting Cody's cum on his hand was gro...
It was another embarrassing ride. I was feeling Timmy up and begging to be fucked. I unzipped my pants and humped the air. "I need you to fuck me so bad Daddy." I could see the driver grimacing, but he didn't say anything. Timmy ate it all up, all my submissive horniness for him. I had been ordered to be the best date, so that meant I was going all over him....
Kalren and Aru had had a fine time with Palehoof; it was extraordinary. The week went on as any other marvelous week with the two lovers, until the daily routine was interrupted by a knock on their door. "Who is there?" Aru answered, opening the door. There were three Orcs standing on the threshold. The first was tall, lean but muscular, with handsome fea...