All characters are over eighteen. There is the tiniest kernel of autobiography in my tale. My long-time editor, LarryInSeattle, seems to be taking a break. For this story I need to thank Viper61 for editing. Any errors that remain are my own. Enjoy. Helpful comments are always appreciated. ============ I had seen holes in bathroom partitions before but I...
Josh pumped his legs, lifting the weights on the machine, and stole glances off to the side. It was all he could do not to stare at the handsome man doing easy reps on the bench, not far away. He had a bulky, well-sculpted frame. He was broad-shouldered and square jawed. That jawline sported an immaculately trimmed beard that put Josh in mind of an idealize...
It was 1970 and I was a nineteen-year-old college student in England enjoying a weekend of bondage sex at a country farm house with my new friend Gary and with Malcolm the home owner, a dominating retired military man. ***** I dozed for the next half an hour or so, only half listening as the guys reminisced about old times and old friends. I was cozy and w...
*** Disclaimer - the events related below occurred when I was a senior in high school. I, as well as the other students mentioned below, were at least 18 years old at the time. *** Throughout high school I was a shy kid. When I was in 9th grade, I was just 98 pounds and the only male in my class who weighed less than 100 pounds. The wrestling coach begged f...
On Friday, last week, Marcus had me come to his house, saying that there would be a party. Once there, he introduced me to three of his friends, one of them, that I had met previously, Kenny, and two others, Deshawn and Jaxon. The four of them told me that they were part of the local Mandingo bunch, and that they were going to give me enough big cock that I...
"Hey there, Ronnie," Oscar greeted me, as I entered through the door. Just like two days ago, the gym was empty and the only ones present in the building were Oscar and me - complete and total privacy. "Evening, coach! Here I am, ready for my training," I said, trying to hide the guilt in my face. Oscar raised an eyebrow as he saw my expression though. He s...
Note: My previous submissions were in the third person, I really wanted to write as first person for this story. I really think it gives a different feel to the story. * It was the usual poker night, but not the usual location. Marie and I along with three other couples had decided to spend the long weekend more or less off the grid. The cabin we had rente...
I sat in my office, looking out the window at the cloudy Seattle sky. I tried to get comfortable, kicking up my legs, to scratch my balls before my next patient. The shitty Northwestern day was cold enough to warrant a jacket over my usual uniform of a white t-shirt and navy blue slacks. "Uniform," I muttered. The word made me chuckle. I would have been happ...
"Tell me I'm not crazy when I say this Clay, but it seems like the spinach never looks good whenever I come here." James has picked up three bunch already, and all three have darkened edges that don't look remotely appetizing. "I'm serious, all of these are bad." Clay finishes tying up a bag of tomatoes and puts them in their cart, inspecting the bunch that...
I was sitting in a rental car outside a large Queen Anne house. The rental was something small and economical, I hadn't really had the inspiration to look for something I'd enjoy driving, so I picked one of the unfamiliar models with a nasally whine to it. The house was very familiar though. Very little had changed about it since the first time I'd seen it,...