KOEN "Why are we back here? More importantly why did I agree to come here with you?" Mark grumbled as he followed Koen into The Witching Hour. Koen grinned over his shoulder at the blonde man. "Because you can't bare to miss out on a good time?" He replied teasingly as he lead the way into the crowded Friday night pub. Two weeks had gone by and they'd alr...
It felt odd for my son and me to be squatting naked together, his back rubbing against mine, but I was sure it must feel even stranger for his best mate Marcus who was lying out on our front room carpet, facing upwards at our two splayed bums and pressing the twinned heads of a double-ended dildo against each of our arseholes. It wasn't the most typical Sat...
Author's note: After a near-fatal hard-drive incident I was backing up some old files when I came across this. Somewhat to my surprise, this was abandoned in a nearly-finished state and then forgotten about. I mostly just had to spruce it up a little and give it an edit. I'm not sure that at this point, eight years (!) later, there's anyone looking for a con...
Neil didn't know what to do or what to say. What could he possibly say to get out of it? There was Liam stood at the foot of the bed, wearing nothing but those green boxer briefs he was tormenting Neil with during their movie, and Neil in bed with one hand on his rock solid cock, and another hand holding Liam's used, sweaty white CK briefs. Time seemed to go...
Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong === "This is why I don't come to office Christmas parties," I thought to myself as I stood near the photocopier feeling awkwardly self-conscious and uncomfortable. I was trying to look as casual I could, exchanging half-hearted pleasantries with guys from different departments who I barely knew...
he following story, every word, is absolutely true. The names have been changed, that's all. I don't know when it was I first knew that my ass would eventually be trained to take cock. At least that's what I tell myself, even though I know it's a lie. The truth is that I know exactly when it happened. It was just before Christmas right as I had just turned...
Back in my room I say perched on the edge of my chair, conflicted between wanting to keep the butt plug from moving in my ass and wishing that I could ride it like Mike's cock. I sat for nearly an three hours, typing on my computer and attempting to ignore my throbbing cock pressing against the fabric of the briefs Mike had given me, before my phone vibrated...
And so it went. I went to work or class, Terry did his job, and we'd reconvene in the apartment at night. I noticed that if he got home before me, he would sometimes be naked when I came in, but he didn't -- or I got there first -- he'd come to wherever I was in the apartment and systematically take his clothes off while talking to me about his day, subtly k...
*****– Damien. Bending over the counter I suddenly felt his body behind me, so much heat radiated off of him. God he was sexy. Looking over my shoulder I flashed him a shy grin and wiggled my tush a little in his direction. His eyes moved from my ass to my face, his 6'5 frame towering over me as he smiled. Staring into a face I've never seen before my eyes...
"So, tell me about you and Marcus," my dad said after he'd sat himself down opposite me with his glass of white wine. "What's there to tell?" I asked with a shrug after taking a deep gulp from the beer he'd handed me. I was more used to being passed a glass of coke or Sprite but now that I'd spent my first term at university and was seen as 'all growed up',...