Back in my room I say perched on the edge of my chair, conflicted between wanting to keep the butt plug from moving in my ass and wishing that I could ride it like Mike's cock. I sat for nearly an three hours, typing on my computer and attempting to ignore my throbbing cock pressing against the fabric of the briefs Mike had given me, before my phone vibrated...
I stopped going to play tennis on Saturday mornings. Instead I went to the compound on Sathorn Road, where the host and one of the men living with him, the black captain, had a private tennis court. The host didn't play; he'd sit there by the court, under an umbrella, sipping his martinis and watching the black captain and me play. They had other men living...
We fall asleep curled up together, my head on Tyler's chest. The morning brings a rush of sensations, both old and new. Tyler wants to snuggle and sleep some more. I feel hungry. Not exactly sure for what yet, but there is a definite ache in the pit of my stomach that needs attending to. "The beginnings of blood lust, Zach. You can still eat food...for now....
I'd read about the video club and had fantasized about going there for a while but never had the bottle. It was a Sunday, I'd had a few drinks and was on the way home at 6pm courtesy of the Northern Line. As the tube pulled out of Kings Cross, I looked up and saw that the next stop was Angel. Angel! Something clicked. As the doors opened I was still decidin...
Small towns are all the same. Racists, cows, and that one weird racist guy who sleeps with the cows. Personally, I just wanted to leave my town. My name is Carter, and this is how I went from promising high school student with a bright future, to a strung out slut, desperate for sex. I'm white, about 6 feet tall, and I'm built like a swimmer. That is, fairly...
So lets start from the beginning: I've been married for 12 years. Don't get me wrong: i love Bridget. We have our ups and downs, like every couple. But I do love her. However, sex life isn't what it used to be. And for about a year now, I have been having these recurring cravings to be with men. I don't know where this comes from, or if it will go away. But...
Once I got there, I walked up the front path to Roy's house. It was the biggest house in town, a total mansion. I rang the doorbell, and Roy opened the door with a smug look on his face. He was wearing the same clothes as the day before, minus the football pads. "Come on in, fag. We have the place to ourselves, since my parents are gone for a couple weeks,"...
Roy and I crossed back into Tennessee on Monday, July 30th. I hated seeing that welcome sign as we drove past it. Nothing could have been less welcome at that moment. Our first stand would kick off that Friday, August 3rd. By August 24th my adventure as a carny - all the friends I'd made on the crew, the man who was engineering my transformation from a boy...
Every time we crossed paths with a mirror, I couldn't resist looking at my new body. It looked much like mine when I came of age over thirty years ago, except refined flawlessly. I was smaller, softer, and cuter. This was me in my perfect form, the me I was meant to be. Whenever I wasn't looking at myself I was looking at the body of my new Daddy, Ezra. He...
I am a cock and cum slut. I truly mean that. I cannot get enough of men's cock. Morning, noon, and night, I love servicing hard, throbbing, dripping cocks, and feeling them fuck my throat until they shoot their warm creamy loads down my eager, waiting gullet. Of course, it is no surprise that this overwhelming desire makes me naturally submissive. Over the y...