It was barely light outside when I stumbled downstairs for my morning coffee from yet another night of sleeplessness. I was so out of it I could almost convince myself that last night didn't happen. That I didn't give Ryan a hand job. That I didn't swallow his cum... I poured myself coffee and, as was increasingly my habit lately (in my own house), went int...
Nailed at the Gym Nick hadn't gone back to the farm since Francis had fucked him. It had been a week since the best Monday of his life, but Nick was far too scared to go back. He wasn't sure if Francis would be happy or pissed to see him. Was Francis fucking him so hard and rough supposed to be some sort of punishment for spying on him? And if it wasn't, wa...
CANDID CAMERON Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong === Cameron and I met at The Fawcett Inn, an off-the-beaten-track pub some distance from where we work as we were both obviously keen that our chat should be spared the curious gazes of our co-workers. He ordered a pint but I thought it best for me to stick to soft drinks as I w...
Part 1 - Prologue, and Extending the Invitation It was my first year as an upperclassman, and I was finally the starter at shooting guard. Most of our players were upperclassmen; all of our starters except at point guard, where highly-touted freshman Marcus Washington was expected to earn the starter's spot. We had been a very good team last year, just mis...
Friday came all too quick and at eight I was in the locker room at the schools gym. The door opened and in came Mr. White and Mr. Brown sweaty after their game. "What are you doing in here slut? Didn't I tell you to meet us in the shower? Get in there and undress, I think we have to punish you so that you understand that it is best for you to obey us." With...
For two years, Brian and I had lived in a small apartment in a rather rundown part of the city. We couldn't afford anything nicer without destroying our meager budget. Luck finally came our way when Brian heard through a friend of an older man, Charles, looking for a housemate. It seemed perfect for us! Brain was a little older than I was at the time, he wa...
First of all, I'm not gay. In fact, I had hardly given it a thought until I opened the door that hot august morning. I was twenty-five and living in my first really nice apartment. Id recently gotten a new job, a fat raise, and moved into a premier singles complex. Nice apartments, swimming pool, Jacuzzi, health club and all the hot tight babes you could sta...
Sorry for the delay again! Keep the feedback coming -- good or bad and I almost always write back to anyone who sends me feedback. Don't forget, these are based on my real experiences... * Chapter 5 I flipped over on to my back and could feel my ass pulsating. Sean got up and went to the bathroom to clean up. When he came back, he brought the mirror and...
***Everyone in this story is fiction and is at least 18 years old or older*** ***** Chapter 7: Summer in the City It was a mid-May afternoon when I heard Jason's board rolling down the cement path to my apartment. I was sitting on my futon reading in the briefs with a fan at full power. It was a very hot week here in California, and the air conditioner ha...
My name is Rodney Steele. This year I will be celebrating my fortieth birthday. By my story begins a long time ago. More than twenty years ago, in fact. When I was a young stud of eighteen, fresh out of high school and looking forward to college. I was headed to one of the mid-west's better universities, on an engineering scholarship. I was also headed towar...