Writer's note: this scenario contains dominance and submission as well as master/slave role play. Just a heads up in case that is not your cup of tea. *** I positioned Scott under the overhead light in my living room, then backed up and admired him like a sculpture. His fit, oily body shone golden. You could really see how much all those trips to the gym...
One of my first experiences with a straight stranger took place some years ago after moving to a large city with a number of 24 hour movie houses. My fascination with the unconscious, sleeping, drunk, unconsenting form had been awakened several years earlier so the potential was obvious. After exploring several of these at various hours of the night and day,...
This is loosely based on true happenings and therefore, personal names and details of characters have been changed. However, the location and the situation of the location are true, in my opinion that is. Also, note that while the situation is true, the storyline is not all true. I just wanted to touch the topic of LGBT situation in my country and I needed t...
Riding to the original glory hole on a free but threateningly clouded Thursday mid-afternoon, my desires and hopes created a wave of anticipation. Desires starting while massaging the feet of my bi friend, who had come by to enjoy fresh strawberry jam on fresh bread, Thai soup, finishing with strawberry shortcake. She did turn down the offered gin and tonics...
Foreword: This is a true story. The events included are all personal past experiences. The names have been changed in order to protect the identity of those involved. Ch. 1 "My First" Moving to College College was more amazing than I could have ever imagined. I had only been there for three weeks and I had already had the time of my life and was rea...
When Kanga was growing up in a small village in Central Africa in the sixties there was only one white man around. And this man, a Greek who owned a small trading business, fascinated Kanga no end. Mr Antonopoulos' store was the only one for miles around. The buses used to stop right outside and passengers would alight to buy their groceries before continui...
"BILLY, STOP IT!!" cried out the slender blonde boy as he struggled to break free from the firm grip of his taller and stronger friend. Billy had come up behind John and bear-hugged him; his hands roaming freely over the smaller boy's chest; squeezing his breasts and pinching his nipples. Suddenly, the older boy grabbed John's hips and pulled him backwards...
This is a continuation, at long last, of my "Taming the Tsarevitch" story. I've decided to start up on it again, but this time I'm going to release each part as its own fully functioning story. Enjoy! * Nikolai would not admit to himself that he was afraid, but as ten o' clock ticked nearer, he couldn't stop himself from pacing nervously around his bedcham...
I awoke with excitement and anticipation that Tim was coming over in a matter of hours. I jumped out of bed, threw on some shorts, t-shirt and flops and dashed to the store to get all the fixings for burgers. On return I got everything ready and showered and made sure I was clean and fresh for the day ahead. I dressed in my speedo and flops, and intended to...
"The banquet hall. Theo told me you'd ask about the banquet hall." Phil was standing there in the foyer of the lake house, just in his skimpy Speedo, when Ron drove up late the following Friday afternoon, after a week of agonizing and self-flagellation—and, because of the temptation, hours on the Internet watching the video that had been shot of his session...