"Please say something," I say, no louder than a whisper. Anything more than that would have sent me toward a breakdown. This is not how I imagined telling him. It wasn't supposed to happen when we both least expected it and I had no game plan worked out in my head. I threw myself into this wildly, like a bull in a china shop. And I was destroying everythin...
I first went to Florence with my parents when I was 18. We were to spend five days there as part of a tour of Italy. When we arrived at the Hotel late in the afternoon the manager and I found that we could talk to each other in French and so, as my parents didn't speak Italian, I did the negotiations. When we had sorted out the rooms the manager asked me qui...
"Do you want the job or not—stop wasting my time—I have ten other boys I can interview—do you want the job?" I stood there speechless; stunned. I couldn't believe my ears. His words reverberated through my mind. It was the most bizarre description of job duties I'd ever heard. The older man had just said: "The job is dishwasher. You'll wash all dishes and...
Tuesday night I was sitting at my computer, anxiously waiting for an email from John. He was supposed to get back to me with the details and location about the sex party he was holding on Wednesday, so I wanted to make sure I was online to get them. Finally around 8:30, the email came through. John: So are you still interested in coming to the party to...
When we left the beach, it almost felt weird to be wearing clothes again. After all, we'd been naked for most of the day. We'd been so free and so open that even my t-shirt and shorts felt uncomfortable. Chad didn't say a word till we got in the car. But as soon as we shut the car doors, he seemed to be dying to talk. "Dude," he said, "holy shit! That was s...
Author's note: Contains non-consensual/reluctant sex / femdom / BSDM / bondage. Please note, I understand that in the BDSM community consent is paramount, and that is not accurately reflected here in some scenes. Which is, in fact, the whole point. * * * 7.49 a.m. What kind of a time was that to a university student? 7.49 a.m. wasn't supposed to exist for...
Robbie's point of view Two hours had gone by since Mark had left and I was still lying in bed, full of self-loathing, numb, drowsy and depressed as I tried to figure out what I needed to do to make things better between Mark and I. He was my rock and I didn't know what to do without him. I hated myself for literally pushing him away because of my self-destr...
Take a walk with me. I was 29 at the time. I was fucking a few hot women and a couple of girls but was having more and more fantasies that were pushing my limits. (Women know what they want and aren't afraid or ashamed to go after it, girls just want. Both can be very good company) I found myself looking at more and more porn sites that were bi and even gay...
"Easy there, Kid," Sven said with a warning tone to his voice, just as I was about to stick my tongue into that drooling strand of seed. After he'd brought me to a screeching orgasm by massaging my prostate with his thumb, I'd turned over to see his long majestic cock drooling pre-cum; badly in need of my sucking lips. I looked up at him imploringly, anxious...
As I heard the other boys coming in, I rushed down to the dining room and was one of the first ones in line for lunch. As one of the councilors filled my plate, I saw Mrs. Nesbitt take a tray of food and a drink down the hall for Mr. Jarvis. Whereas the other councilors always ate with us, Mr. Jarvis nearly always took his lunch alone in his office. I felt...