Michael was a 40 yo man who stumbled across an app designed especially for those with kinky interests. He located a profile that peaked his interests. Mr. S was 71, 6'5, stocky, hairy chest, hairy back which was silver/white. In his profile pic, he wore a leather harness, leather jock strap, and leather hood and held a paddle in one hand and flogger in the o...
"Stop running and face me, boy." The words sent chills skittering along Marshall's spine. He was torn between the desire to obey and the need to provoke punishment. Giving in and turning was his first instinct, but the idea of being stretched out across the other man's lap, his ass exposed, bared to receive those glorious swipes of his firm hand was too str...
*All sexual activity takes place with consenting adults over the age of 18*Scenes of unprotected sex are displayed and should not be used as guidelines for safe sex practices. This work is merely fiction.Thank you for reading! --- "Can anyone tell me why the Axis Powers decided to become allies during World War II?" Mr. Marcos asks, his hands threaded behi...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: While each chapter is a story in its own right, you will probably enjoy this episode much more if you have already read the series Chris Donaldson, as well as Chapters 1-6 of Mr. One Fifty-Eight. The characters' back stories are revealed there. This is the final chapter in this series, but not of the story overall. The story will continue with...
Following my story; "Doing it with Jimmy" I just feel I want to tell you more about the simply wonderful partnership which has developed with us. On the one hand, with my marriage failing because of sexual problems, my having realized since meeting Jimmy that I was well and truly gay through and through, but maybe with occasional heterosexual tendencies, bu...
Chapter Fifteen - Collared Snake Walking into a ring never felt like this. Johnny was sure he was different, and the world was a different place, too. It had to be true what songs and whatnot said about love giving you wings and all that. For a while, he had thought that he would care less. But the soonest he jumped the ropes, into the cage, he knew that w...
The following account of late 19th century sexual torment was taken from the journal of Daniel Nickels, the Captain of the brig Waccamaw during the Civil War. The journal was discovered hidden behind a wall during recent renovations at the Bellaire Plantation in Savannah, Georgia, where the Captain lived after the war. As I listened to the tormentors in...
We trained a lot that following week; the humiliation the Woodford Wanderers suffered in giving blowjobs to the victors of our friendly match burnt into every aspect of our waking moments, and even as I was fucking my girlfriend, the vivid memories of the swell of his cock and the tickle of his pubic hair on the end of my nose, was innermost in my mind. In...
"Aren't you a pretty boy?" He said with a leering grin. I was on my second day of my new job and I had been tasked to drive the van to an industrial estate in the rougher end of town to collect some items and drop them off to the customer. I had walked through into the warehouse where I was confronted by a man in his late 40's with a strong accent, tattoos,...
"You're on your way home, Sir? Now?" "I am." Hal bit his bottom lip. Shoot, shoot, shoot. He hadn't planned anything for dinner. "How long until you get here?" Mac drove one-handed down their street, other hand holding his cell. "Actually, I'm about to pull in the drive." Hal ran a hand through his hair, mind whirling. A sudden flash of lights in the dr...