NOTE: All characters in this story are fictional but above the age of 18. This story involves consensual sex between adult men with age gaps, cucking, verbal degradation and exhibitionism. * As I gave my consent to the sexy stranger, he wasted no time and grabbed a handful of my arse and squeezed. "you are going to make a good pet I'm sure" James growled...
I laid there crumpled in the corner, abused and feeling unwanted. I no longer want to live, it hurts to breath, when I walk my body spams in pain, and when someone raises their hand I tremble. My body has become used to the my father's abusive terms. I have a system for it now, it's called sit there, take the pain, do not speak up, and the hits end sooner. T...
Greg stood by the refrigerator drinking from his beer as his eyes traveled over the body of the man lying on the floor with his head under the kitchen sink. At 29, Greg had lived in his apartment for a little over 5 years. It was common knowledge to the other tenants that the 6', 160lb hunk that lived upstairs only allowed men in his bed. Over the past 11...
I wanted to fuck Nathan from the moment I saw my son, Seth, fucking him. And I didn't just want to make love to him like Seth was doing, but to really give him a good fucking. I happened upon them in Seth's bedroom. I heard the moaning from the hallway and couldn't resist checking it out. Seth had won the neighbors' new pool boy—a golden blond surfer type wi...
I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing. At first, I was convinced it was my alarm and I was late for work, but as the drowsiness started to subside, I realized it was actually my phone ringing. I made an attempt to pick up the receiver but ended up knocking it to the floor. "Don't hang up!" I yelled at the phone as I leaned over to pick up the receiver....
Disclaimer: I enjoy writing these stories, both for your entertainment and mine. This story involves, gay sex, non-consensual sex and bi-racial sex. If this offends you, read no further. Like most writers, I do appreciate your comments and votes. Thank you. Mark glared at me angrily while I tried to scramble away from him. As I cowered to the back of my clo...
Published in Stallions and Other Studs, Scott O'Hara (ed), 1995 Posted to Internet circa: Sat, 20 Dec 1997 [Usenet] Stored on The Nifty Archives * * * * * The band plays on the stage. The air is blue with smoke, hot, and reeks of Miller and Budweiser. The kids cluster round the stage. The typical crowd -- jeans-clad, long haired, leather-jacketed, tatt...
I enter the darken room. A light shines down, the lone bright spot in the room. I head straight to it like always. Illuminated by the light is a black leather chair and a small table with all the things I need. I don't see him, but I know he's there. He's always there, in the dark, waiting for my arrival. This has been going on for some time, this little gam...
Ivan, Luke and Mike got to the cafeteria, almost too late. There was still plenty of food left but the kitchen crew of two were ready to put things away and call it a night. Ivan said, "Shorty, we appreciate y'all keepin' the food out for us latecomers. We should be the tail of the crew from D2." Shorty was the nickname that had been tacked on to LaVerne...
Finding myself in the passenger seat of my pick-up truck, shaved smooth as a new born behind is mind blowing. How the heck do I keep getting myself into these bizarre situations? I don't think I even recognize myself today as the same kid that moved up to the family vacation house just months ago. Since I'm in this situation, I might as well go with it, not...