Adrian's back in the office after four days not smoking, with a promise of getting a blow-job from Dan on Saturday if he keeps it up. *** I get up a bit later on the Thursday, to avoid the rush hour. It's not that the crowds are much less after nine, but they're sure a lot less stressed about it. I'm all suited and booted to meet these arsehole clients....
Moulton-Midmarsh Reform School Its Foundation, Rise and Demise An imaginary tale set in the early twentieth century By Jason Land ***** Chapter 1 My name is Martin Fairweather. I am professor and head of the History Department at the Fenwide University, one of those institutes of higher learning created in that push by the governments in the 1980s an...
This story involves acts of both sex and romance between consenting adult males, so if that's not allowed where you live then you should march in the streets. I'm releasing this story under Creative Commons by-sa-nc license, which means you can do pretty much whatever you want with it, as long as you give me credit and don't use it for commercial purposes of...
CHAPTER 1 Hi guys; my name is Jeremy; I'm a Chicagoan and I'm what is euphemistically called a Male Escort. Any guy who does not go around with his head in the sand knows more or less what I do when they hear that I am a Male Escort, but frankly I don't know where that expression comes from, for escorting, which implies accompanying someone somewhere, usual...
I turned the corner and saw the motel. There it was, as he'd said it would be, and my life was about to change irrevocably. I could never go back after I entered room sixteen. I paused and stood on the curb, swallowing hard, my emotions a crazed mixture of fear, anger, strange excitement, and I was fighting tears. Finally I steeled myself to move forward. I'...
©Pelaam: February 2008. The Farris sailed cleanly through the azure ocean. A good wind was in her sails and the sky was a cloudless cerulean. From his vantage point on the ship, Afzal stood watching his baby brother. The younger man, as was his wont when not working, was reading. Afzal's smile became softer, reflecting the love he had for his younger siblin...
We were still cuddled on the lawn chair, Dom running his tan fingers through my sandy blonde hair when we heard the commotion. I heard a couple of car doors slam and the sound of men's voices. Dom and I looked at each other shocked out of our reverie. "Shit, they said they were canceling" was all he said. I put two and two together an realized Dom's erstwhil...
This story involves acts of both sex and romance between consenting adult males, so if that's not allowed where you live then you should march in the streets. I'm releasing this story under Creative Commons by-sa-nc license, which means you can do pretty much whatever you want with it, as long as you give me credit and don't use it for commercial purposes of...
CONTENT WARNING. This is NOT a romantic read. It contains dubious consent and touches on themes of submission and control. Also, a big thank you to everyone for the wonderful comments and advice so far. I really do appreciate it. ***** Christmas Eve Click. Click. Click. Keegan pressed the mouse button attached to his computer scrolling through the i...
His hand jerked, the back of it resting on his brow. I imagined from that shadow of a frown, last night's over indulgence haunted him a bit. But as I lay in bed watching, his tawny eye lashes fluttering as he slept, nothing I could recall was as beautiful. I loved the way his nose twitched as he slept, and I hoped he was dreaming of me. He moaned in his sl...