"Perhaps stand over there at the center of the net with the grandstand and the Bangkok skyline in the background." Dent Douglas tore his eyes away from the young man who was interviewing him; turned his gaze on the photographer, Rick Rodriguez; and then, with a smile, moved to the center of the tennis court net and struck a pose. He was a tall, well-built s...
John was a good looking guy, but always felt rather generic and lost in the crowd in his home town. He was of average height at 5'10, and at 25 had a trim hairy body with sandy brown hair and blue eyes, he was very much an all american guy. The one place he wasn't average was his cock, which was about 7.5 inches long, quite thick and circumcised. When it cam...
Walking to the front door of your condo I notice the door is cracked and there is a note outside. The note reads "I expect you to be fully shaved and wearing your cock ring. I expect you to remain silent the entire time you are here except when you are gagging on my cock or my dildo. I expect you to enter my condo and close the door, then strip entirely nake...
For Rolliander, this was the realization of an old dream. The elderly dwarf's hands were tight around his arm, the grey-bearded man relying on him for support along the precarious journey down into the pool of water beneath him. A thin veil of steam was rising from the bath, obscuring Rolliander's vision of his elder priest's plump, sagged figure; obscured i...
START OF ANOTHER WEEK On Tuesday morning after Martha left for work Aaron arrived at the house. Now that he had fucked Martha, he would have to figure out have to balance his time between mother and son. He took of his clothes and left them in the family room before heading to Chris' bedroom. Aaron got in bed and slipped under the covers. He felt the slen...
Marcie gave a grin at the tousled-haired, platinum blond who rubbed at sky-blue eyes that normally held at least some vague sparkle, but that presently simply reflected bone-weariness. "I hate nights," came from behind hands which hid a face of delicate bone-structure and beauty most women would be envy. "I know, Layton, but you'll get in the swing of slee...
"Wake up, sunshines," a voice stirred Steve from his sleep. "...eh... the fuck?" Steve grumbled. He felt something snuggle deeper into his arm. Then he remembered what had happened the night before. He smiled and looked at the small bundle curled under his arm. He looked at the long scar that covered his face and wished he could take that pain away from Sto...
I could have laughed—if I weren't a little weary and tired of the cruising—and tired of looking over my shoulder in case I saw Austin, not knowing what to tell him about having walked out on him. I'd walked the paths of Marconi Plaza park for over an hour without a bite when all it took was for me to sit down for a rest on a bench and a man sat on the bench...
This is not a story in the traditional sense. There is no plot, there is only a small hint at the end about motivation and that there is a wider story. It is a description of a sexual event. It was inspired by seeing some photos on a blog about sex between men of disparate sizes. It is told from the perspective of the small guy. Naked. Face down. Flat on...
Note: story contains rough sex, dominance, and violent themes. * I've always been the type of man into really feminine boys. I like skinny little twinks who want to be fucked and roughed up by a real man. Nothing makes me harder than a pussyboy begging to ride my hard cock and moaning "Daddy" as I slide in and out of his tight hole. I'm 6'-2", solid muscl...