I don't believe I actually introduced myself in the first chapter of my adventures with Roni. You can call me Dale, nice to meet you! In a comment on the original story the person said they assumed it to be real. It is. I have changed the names of those involved, however the content itself, is real. I hope you enjoy this installment. ******* It has been ab...
A.C. Delaney stared up at the tree that had been the bane of his teenage years. Not many blocks in this part of Brooklyn had trees like this, so a lot of activities had circulated around it. It was home base for playing hide and seek. It was the place you all hung out under on a hot summer day. Most importantly, it was the site of "the dare". Ten years ago a...
PROLOGUE IT LOOKED LIKE THE MAN WAS BEHEADED. At least, the head was missing. What was left was the rest of the body, and reclined against the wall; it looked like the man had been sitting on some kind of a reclining chair. That, he was a man was evident: there was a hard up thrust penis between his open thighs, almost perpendicular to his body. In prop...
Chapter 2: A Special Delivery Jake pulled away the shower curtain and began to gingerly towel off his freshly cleaned body, careful around the half dozen cuts and dozen and a half bruises that would be there tomorrow. He glanced through his open bathroom door and across the hall to the clock on his bedroom wall. A little after three fifteen in the morning....
This is part 3 of Merna's story which is the final day at the races. You really need to read part 1 and 2 first. Edited by DRGRIFFIN The missing boys return Sometime early Sunday morning; I was awakened by the sound of 4 drunken men coming into our camp. The three girls sat up as Jerome was putting on his trunks. "Let me see what is happening," Jerome...
To say that Peter was a Francophile was probably an exaggeration but he did like France and had spent a lot of time there on business, albeit mainly in and around Paris. But Paris wasn't the real France - not the beautiful rural part of central France oft overlooked by the once-a-year visitor and on the few occasions he had managed a couple of days away in t...
We hear a lot of talk about the 'Swinging Sixties' as though nothing happened sexually before or after it. I can tell you the 'Naughty Nineties' did well too. At least being gay was legal in the nineties so once you were over the legal age, the sky was the limit. I had always felt gay even before I knew what "feeling gay" meant. As I grew up there were the...
When I got home I opened the bag and put the contents onto my kitchen table, one packet of morning after pills, six packet of wax strips, one bottle of lotion, a dozen anal douches, one large bottle of astro glide, one anal toy not even as big as one of his fingers (I guess he doesn't want me to spoil all his fun) a bottle of something called poppers and one...
I've always wanted to be the sexual plaything of others. I've wanted to be tied up, or down, and used and abused. I've wanted to be fucked in the ass, suck cock, do both at the same time, and do it while being tormented. Perverted, huh? Well what makes it even more perverted is that I appear to be a normal, white middle-aged, American guy. No, I'm not gay o...
The front door slammed shut causing Jenny Kersting to groggily sit up in bed. She peaked out of the blinds of her bedroom window above her bed. There was a man she didn't recognize hurriedly walking to a car that she assumed was his. He stood at the driver side of the car, nervously glancing back at the apartment building as he fixed his tie. As he drove awa...