Note: This story has been previously published on the Nifty Archives. * * * * * To bow. To worship. To breed. These are the notes of his symphony, his soul's hunger. His eyes dart from body to body, evaluating, finding nothing of either sustenance or substance. In his emptiness, I sense his desperation for my religion. He seeks a fane with an altar of...
I stared at the little blue pill in my palm for several seconds, then I poured two more Viagras into my hand. "Fuck it, this stuff doesn't really work anyway," I thought, as I threw the handful of pills into the back of my throat and chased them with a glass of water. I thought erection pills were supposed to give you an instant hard-on. It turns out they...
This is my fifth letter describing my expanding awareness from a naive man with a desire to suck a cock to a man willing to explore his seedier side. (M+/M, oral, anal) In my first letter "Costume in a Costume" I describe how I dressed as a girl in a Halloween costume to trick an unsuspecting man into letting me give him my first blow job. In my second...
Lee heard the front door closing and then the sound of Bill's dad walking through the empty house to the door onto the patio. Lee was lying in the sun on his belly, fully nude with his plump ass on view. He was pretending to be asleep but he opened his eyes a tiny sliver. Bill's dad was standing in the doorway looking at him. As he watched, he came forward...
"Hi, welcome to Skivvies!" I had vetted this Dallas retail mainstay online more than I cared to admit, carefully inspecting the inventory of hot, erotic, GAY underwear. I decided that I need to go there for some, "Show clothes," for my vacation. Never having worn anything daring or sexy, I was nervous to ask the sales guy for help. I went in there hoping to...
I first met Jeff some 15 years ago while on an overnight sport-fishing trip out of San Diego. Living and working in Orange County at the time, I had originally planned to drive down that evening with one of my co-workers, but he cancelled out on me at the last minute, so, rather than waste the tickets, I ended up going alone. As I boarded the boat, I saw th...
This the second to last chapter, we've jumped ahead in time and while the other stories were written chronologically this one is written in flashbacks. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy it. If you would be interested... I am considering writing the first chapter again from Owen's perspective (only the first chapter). Let me know if you are into this idea. Artie...
In the bedroom, in a reading chair, sits Mr. Rooney. On his knees in front of Mr. Rooney is Mr. Frye, his back to me. They're both nude. Mr. Frye is giving Mr. Rooney a blowjob. I'm starting to understand what Mr. Frye meant when he said he and Mr. Rooney socialized. Mr. Rooney leers at me over Mr. Frye's bobbing head, a smile curling up under that terribl...
Nathan looked around the room for something to do, but it was empty. There was only the bed, which was just a mattress laid out on the floor and a door leading to the toilet. The was a dim light that allowed him to see, but no windows or view from the door as he was in the basement after all. He thought about what he could do to entertain himself, and quick...
I was just home from work and jumped in the shower. I was going to make a little dinner for myself once I rinsed off. Looking forward to a night of television and video games. I could entertain myself easily for the evening. Dad had a cocktail party for work later this evening, leaving me to my own devices... Or so I thought. I had just dried off when he wal...