I first met Sergeant Bernard West, later called Bernie, and Corporal Tony Meredith when I joined the regiment as a Second Lieutenant. My name is Bryan Shorthose, and because of my surname, I was known in the cadet school as well as the officers mess, as Sox. I was also called by that name whilst I was at school, that being Harrow before I went on to the univ...
This story contains femdom, gay conversion, extreme humiliation, BDSM aspects, and frankly, is fairly extreme. If you enjoy it, please check out Power Trip, by wally_west, who inspired this story. ***** Cynthia's life had improved drastically in the past two years. Most people would consider getting a divorce at thirty years old pretty bad. A divorce due t...
I didn't plan to be a homosexual. I didn't want to be known as a sissy. I didn't want to be used and abused by those who were my friends. I tried to be a normal, heterosexual male. Mother nature had other plans for me. My name is John. I've always been on the small side. My height is 5'6" and my weight was 130. I have a narrow waist, a pert, round bottom...
My name is Clivedon Wilhelm Van Der Hoeven, generally known to my family and friends as 'Clive'. I'm thirty-four and everyone tells me I still look twenty-one. Trust me; it's all in the genetics. My paternal grandfather died at eighty-seven and people were amazed to discover his true age in the obituaries. He looked fifty with not a line or crease on his fac...
First things first, as always I enjoyed LarryInSeattle's helpful editing. As has always been and shall always be, any mistakes that remain are my own. Second, everyone in this story is over eighteen. Everyone in this story, narrator included, is fictitious. I only wish I were twenty-six still. It may start a little slow for some but the two young men do fi...
The final part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong === >> NOTE TO READERS >> I wanted to add a message to this final part of 'Butt Monkey' to say, firstly, thanks for reading and following my story (especially if you've very kindly messaged me to express your appreciation) and, secondly, to find out if you would like me to...
The farewell party was fun and long. Matt, of course had a few drinks, maybe one or two too many, but not enough to do any serious harm. Nevertheless, I wasn't about to let him drive home on his last day of work. Since the party was up in his neck of the woods, a good 30 minutes from the office and almost full hour from my house, I figured I might just crash...
This story is a continuation of "Straight to Hell with a Smile on my Face". That story can be found in the "My Fantasies" collection. The problem with guarding a dirty little secret is you view yourself through other people's eyes: you say things you think they want to hear; you act the way they expect you to act. You completely lose your own identity an...
I've heard that a lot of guys get off on seeing their wives fucked by another man. What sick fucks! Who would ever want to see another guy's cock in the snatch of your own special woman, whom you love and adore, whom you courted and married to keep her all to yourself for the rest of your life? Who could ever want those sweet lips, which you kiss in passion...
I Around the living room, Cole raked his irises of honey-brown. Never had he seen so many matched items and polished surfaces. No wonder Rick wanted his other property painted pronto—to pay for the goodies of this house with the rent income of that apartment. "Would you look at that screen?" Rick said. He sat up on his black loveseat of leather. "Ou...