Author's Note: This is the origin story of how I got into the world of Arab/Persian men. It's what inspired my other stories. +++ +{Noah's Starship}+ -+-[June]-+- "Noah Kinney?" the professor called as I was fumbling to open the stiff pages of the English textbook. "Here..." I started to say and raise my hand My elbow nudged the book just enough to pus...
Thank you for the feedback. Let me know if you want me to post more. -Emri ++++ We fell into a routine the next few weeks. We hit the gym every morning before breakfast and he'd direct my workout. We cleaned up together, and then he'd pick out my clothes for school. It was always something that had me covered from neck to feet. He would drive me to class a...
Author's Note: Many thanks and undying gratitude to Nelle1022 for proofreading, editing, providing invaluable feedback, and in general, putting up with my crap. ***** Sitting at the bar at my favorite watering hole on a Friday night, I was nursing the last of my drink and attempting to indulge in a little self-pity, but the argument going on at the table...
It had snowed the week before Thanksgiving in Watertown, New York. The burg with an unimaginative name, which matched its basic cultural footprint, was a small town west of Fort Drum and nearly on the shore of Lake Ontario, just to the west of the town, and about as far north in the United States you could get without spilling over into Canada. That, in itse...
It took me a while to realise I'd been standing motionless in the open cubicle for several minutes, simply letting the encounter replay behind my defocused eyes. That really had just happened. I'd sucked a hot stud of a trucker and swallowed his load. Wow. At last, I stepped over tiles splattered with cum and spit and I left the cubicle. The toilets were a...
For about the twentieth time, I seriously considered getting up and running away while I still had the chance. The only thing that stopped me from escaping the restaurant was the fact that if I did, I would be blowing this Scott guy off. I didn't even want to be on this blind date, but everything happened so fast. Kaleb, one of the men working with me at C...
This story is a part of a short series of stories following James a forty-something straight married man who has developed a love of cock sucking. Other stories are based on true events. This is what he would like to do; visit a gloryhole. It's a story about the protagonist setting up multiple scenarios to fulfil his urge while on a week-long business trip...
"Hey," he calls out, looking at me seductively. The jets of water are hitting his body, pronouncing his muscles that much more, making him look that much more delicious. He turns his attention from me to the water, and joins his hands to make a cup. He takes some water and raises his hands to above his head, pouring the water into his hair. He turns his eye...
I couldn't wait for the store to close. It was Saturday night and I had Sunday off and I was so ready for a day off. I've been working at a big box electronics store since I graduated high school two years ago and it sucked. I barely made enough money to live on, but at least I had a job. As I walked out of the store to my car, my cell phone started ringing...
Chapter One: Bah Bungholing "I'm sorry that Neal didn't make the funeral, Keith. It's just that—" "I know what it's just like, Kim. You don't have to make excuses for Neal's phobias. He didn't make the wedding either. It's no big deal. He let me come here for Thanksgiving. That's progress." "I didn't actually tell him you were coming," my sister said, wit...