Chapter 15: A New Year "Come on Rob, we've got a long day ahead of us." I said as Rob finally finished getting dressed. "Sorry Bobby, I'm just being lazy." Rob answered as he followed me out the door and out to my Jeep. I opened the passenger door for Rob and gave him a wink before I walked over to jump in on the driver's side. This would be the first time...
For me, a typical Friday and Saturday night was grabbing a case of beer, smoking up some bud, and getting into all sorts of trouble. I'm your typical good ole country boy. I moved out my parent's house as soon as that diploma hit my hand. I share a trailer with my girl now. She's always ragging on me to do better. I work hard enough at my eight to five down...
As John walked out of the gym in his apartment building he noticed another guy heading out behind him. Nice, he thought to himself. He held the door open for him. John had been checking this kid out while he worked out. Probably in his late twenties or early thirties he was way hot. Probably Irish, dark hair and clearly hairy all over from the look of his le...
Bill goes looking for escape and sexual relief. The sex is MM so I have elected to post it to the "Gay Male" category. Thanks to LarryInSeattle for his assistance with editing. Any remaining mistakes are ones I snuck past him. ------------ The place is deserted. The building is new, rebuilt after the last major storm. Building on a sandbar in the Atlant...
The little office was cramped and cluttered, and the tall ginger youth who seemed to be in charge had to move a few boxes of disposable coffee cups aside before he could shut the door. Once we were alone I could tell how nervous he was: he'd clearly never had to deal with a problem like me on one of his shifts. His name badge announced that he was called El...
Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong === The restaurant seemed a lot more expensive than those I was used to: it certainly wouldn't have been the sort of place I'd have picked if given the choice. The starters alone cost more than I would usually be prepared to pay for a whole meal, and I didn't regard myself as a tight-arse – well...
Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. *** Hello guys and welcome to the eighth chapter of this lovely series. I love you guys a lot and I thank you for your love and all your comments in the previous chapter. It shows that you guys really love this story a lot. I appreciate that. Get hooked with me even as we reach the grand finale. It's sad to say tha...
The all caps is more to indicate an intensity of speech rather than yelling. * * * * * YOU ARE MINE... AREN'T YOU??? yes, master ... THEN CRAWL TO ME... HOW BADLY DO YOU WANT TO BE MINE??? WHAT WILL YOU DO TO SHOW ME YOU ARE MINE? you are looking only at MY FEET, on your hands and knees in front of ME... anything, master ... I RUN MY FINGERS THRU YOUR...
The complex psychology of managing men in long term confinement requires intuition, intelligence and sensitivity. Rarely brute force. The institution, the walls, the doors, the gates, are as important an influence on behaviour as the security staff and, by and large, long term prisoners learn to go with the flow and in amazingly creative ways, make the best...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** It was March of this year in Dublin Ireland, I decided to take an impromptu vacation to the island, but lacked the funds necessary for an adequate AirBNB, so I decided to try something I never did before... Stay in a hostel. I booked a male only room that housed up to 8 gu...