My name is Stephen, Steve to my friends this is my story; I am a Media Graphic Art student in my middle year at a Glasgow University, my grades in my first year were very good and my finals for my second year are just over three months away in June. I was brought up in the Scottish Borders near Kelso by my mother and father who are helping to fund my studi...
Pt. II: Discovered After my first experience with the gay 'glory hole' in the student union building, I became a semi-regular participant in the anonymous, illicit sexual activity there. Once or twice a week I would stop by, sometimes to get a good wet blow job from an unknown partner and sometimes to provide that service to an equally unknown cock. In the...
NOW PUBLIC! Feel free to contribute. It's going to be awhile before I come back to this. Author's Note: First person narration represents your cock, the true main character of this tale. (Italicized font.) Second person narration represents the human perspective of the person belonging to this cock. What causes your cock to grow into sentience is unnamed...
*5* How was any of this possible? I had spent my entire life laying on my bed, jerking off to the thought of having these guys cocks in my mouth and ass, and it was finally happening! I feel like a whole new person now, and I love what's becoming of this. I never would have imagined any of this happening to me; I'm just Troy, an 18 year old high school seni...
Meet Rashid Ali, a young man living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Born in the City of Calgary, Alberta, to Somali Muslim immigrant parents, Rashid moved to Ottawa to study in the prestigious School of Journalism at Carleton University. Standing six feet two inches tall, broad-shouldered and handsome, Rashid is an excellent student in his program. His paren...
PAYBACK FOR DAD Ancient Cures for Modern Problems PART ONE Tim's mouth dropped open. A ghost! A man in white chino pants and a new red Hecadock Junior College sweatshirt yelled instructions to students on the tennis court. He was about forty, six-foot-two, powerful build, blond hair, crewcut. Dad! It's Dad! Where in hell did he-- Tim shut his mouth. Get...
Chapter Twelve: Sandro and the blond stranger The following week, Sandro turned up at the Fitness Centre at 3 pm, and sure enough the handsome blond was there to meet him. In the changing room, which at that moment was unoccupied, they undressed side-by-side. As he pulled his jeans down, Sandro could feel his tool stiffening. The stranger noticed the bulge...
CHAPTER ONE A glance at his closet was all you need to know Mr. Marcus. There, hanging in fussy uniformity were his jackets, trousers, shirts, and even ties, various yet not too varied shades of gray. Flannel, tweed, corduroy - softened with age, defying passing trends. And yet, almost hidden in the back was a dress shirt, white with light blue checks, the...
Chapter 2: Gift Baskets Eclipse was so happy today, even considering the fact that some dark magicians had shown up on the grounds. Yes, the headmistress was having a babe and getting married to a babe... damn, why hadn't he gotten to Vaccari first. The man just had an ass that wouldn't quit.... But Eclipse had always had an eye for such things, but never...
We all know someone or have heard of someone who has an addiction. Addictions are dangerous, both for the people who are addicted and those who care about them. But what happens when someone's addiction is their only source of joy and it harms no one? Can it really be considered an addiction? By nature, addictions are harmful. Or are they? Can certain addict...