I don't have an editor, so if you find any errors you must first take into account that I am British and spell things in UK English ie. "centre" rather than "center". Anything else is just laziness on my part and must not be tolerated. *** The Council of Elders had convened for the first time in five hundred years. Representatives of all the nations of t...
*Author's note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: Yes I need an editor; no, I do not want an editor. Yes there's too many people to keep track of, yes it jumps around too much, yes it's too long, yes it's too short, yes it's in the wrong category, yes it is stupid shit, and yes, I am a horri...
Following Sid's death, life at Acton was becoming unbearable, what with workmates teasing me about losing a 'husband' and Vicky's partner now back home depriving me of some 'home comforts', so taking Sid's advice, for he was convinced that working on the Piccadilly Line was responsible for his demise I asked for a transfer to one of the depots on the Metropo...
Let's see. As I tell this story, relaxing with my head in my young Master's lap, kissing his stiffening cock now and then, I'm trying to catch you up to how I got here. Today is Friday, January 27. I believe I left you last time on Sunday night, happily licking and chewing my own cum off of a damp washcloth. You see, my Master, a college student I call Jas...
I had just finished taking Frank's first load of the morning and then chased it down by swallowing my own load of cum. I sat back on my heels and looked up at Frank wondering what was coming next. "C'mon with me," he said, getting up from the bed and making his way into the en-suite bathroom. I followed like a little puppy after its master. Frank made his w...
WAR! dum-dum, dum-dum-dum! What is it good for? Absolutely NUTHIN'! Just change "War" to "Fame," and you've got the story of my life. Absolutely nuthin'. Back in the day, I got endorsement money for saying, "I wear Gazackstahegen Gym Shoes" or "I always keep my jewels in a Bazonga Athletic Supporter!" Back then Schwarzenegger made his money and fame winnin...
Clint woke up—in his own bed—with the feeling of pressure in his head and across his chest. And then he realized he was awake because there was pressure down further too. His cock was being fisted and slowly worked. The pressure on his chest went away when he realized it was a chocolate-brown, brawny arm that was weighing him down. He pushed it off him with...
The week prior, Ms. Mahoney, the play's director, had brought in a gay actor, Sean, to talk to the cast about the unique issues of sexuality raised by the script. With the two lead actors both being straight, they would have been remiss not to try to get some perspective from someone who could relate to what they were portraying. Sean was a senior at the co...
"I'm not your slave," said my wife as she picked up her suitcase, and slammed the front door behind her. She had packed only one suitcase, the essentials, and she was leaving everything else behind. The thing she wanted most in the world was never to see me again. And all because I had asked her for a pair of clean socks. Dammit. This was a rotten situat...
After a long night out on the town, my friend Ryan and I finally made it back to the hostel we were staying at sometime during the wee hours of the morning. Ryan was wasted, but then again, so was I. As we stumbled through the hallway that led to our room, I watched Ryan fumble in the dim light to find our door. He was shirtless (he'd removed his baseball je...