I spent the rest of the morning working on some various projects. I saw Lori a couple of times as she came by and spoke to some co-workers about different issues. You would never know from looking at her that anything was out of the ordinary. She was in my area only once and gave me knowing smile as she went by. At break time while others went for a coffee...
(A true story.) I encountered his profile online, a comparatively vanilla profile. He described himself as a latino top who smoked, occasionally drank, didn't talk much, loved leather-latex-rubber...and liked to piss and "give a hand" when needed. He claimed to be well hung (9"), which turned out to be completely true...and not in "internet inches". Frankly...
Poppa's Cub: Prologue Kyle sat on the edge of his best friend's bed. He was watching Roger pack his life up, into boxes. He stuffed books, drawings, childhood mementos, and sealed each one up with duct tape. He would stack the full boxes into a corner of the room and stopped to take a break. "So anyway," Roger said, "I want you to move in with me." "I c...
It turned out that the waitress had grown worried when I didn't return to the coffee shop and she had alerted a passing patrolman in case something had happened to me. He knew what I'd been doing, as the spunky evidence was still running down the wall and glistening on the floor of the cubicle and told me I was lucky not to have been caught in the act. He di...
It wasn't much after I got on the bus home that my mind started to slip towards raunch and filth. Having spent the day skiing in the Alberta Rockies, I was now joining a gang of strangers on the ski bus back to the city with my tired body in tow. It had been a good day with some friends, drinking and little bit of weed. I think now my tired legs and tight ba...
Saturday, March 21 10:45PM MDT Steamboat Springs, CO Pierce Livingston "Dillon would have been a great place for us all to stay. Much closer, too," Jeff said to me as he pinched my nipple through the maroon and white Little Rock University t-shirt I wore just for him. We were fifteen minutes away from Steamboat Springs, Colorado. Jeff's parents had taken...
Usual disclaimers, we're all fictional and all over eighteen. In particular I did a Google search for Acme East Talent agency and they don't appear to exist. If one does then I can assure you that the one featured in this story is, like all the characters, purely fictional and any resemblance is purely coincidental. Secondly, this is a story about pony boys...
There was hermit on the island that lived in his cabin on a hill. He to wore the traditional loincloth and enjoyed the island's ministrations. His name is Matt and this morning he was eating his breakfast of cereal and juice, his usual breakfast, outside of his cabin. He did this to enjoy the sunshine and sea breeze that would come up his mountain. He did no...
His cock and my submission to him are the basis of my fantasies these days. I dream of scenario after scenario in which I earn the privilege of sucking him off to completion. His pleasure is my reward. His cum is my food. His cock is my salvation. His ideas stimulate my lust and his authority frees me to pleasure him. This is our cycle of power. I first saw...
The cab came to a stop outside Corbey's building. "You should wear some shoes asshole!" the gruff taxi driver extolled teary eyed Simon, as the fem boy gathered his two bags from the back seat of the cab. "Oh please!" is all he could mutter as he stumbled barefoot up the steps to Corbey's place and impatiently, urgently banged on his door. Corbey opened the...