I'd just come back from a month away. I'd stayed in a villa set right on a small secluded bay, the white sand hit the decking and the crystal clear sea calmly set it's waves over the waters edge. I was alone and I'd spent my days swimming, swimming for miles & miles around this deserted cove. I'd swum naked and the sun had sailed through the water hitting...
Hello again readers. Welcome to another chapter of my erotic travels through Thailand. If you've joined me without reading the other segments, I'd suggest doing so for contextual reasons. Having said that, this is a standalone encounter, albeit with familiar characters. If you've read my other chapters, you'll be well versed by now on my abilities to give in...
Chapter 5 SATURDAY AFTERNOON I heard chains jangling across the floor before I saw her. I had started work on her blinders when she crawled into the studio. I sat with my leather working tools and the pieces we had bought earlier laid out on the desk in front of me. She stopped just inside the room and dropped down, face to the floor. Her hair, still we...
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...
Hey, there. My name is Jacob Celestin and I'm a six-foot-one, kind of chubby yet still mildly good-looking young black man living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm twenty one years old. Someone once told me that a young man's college days are supposed to be the best days of his life. If you ask me, somebody lied. These days, I'm definitely not havi...
YOUNG WINSTON Part 1: House Boy Cocoa Beach Florida 1966. Eighteen year old Winston Smith has women problems. He is at the mercy of his overbearing foster mother and her dyke girlfriend at home, and at school has to deal with corporal punishment enthusiast, Principal Harden and her sexy, air-headed secretary. Authors Note Although not present in every ch...
I still couldn't quite believe how much I had enjoyed taking my first real cock. I was even more excited about one day taking a bigger cock, although Cashlie was my main focus for now. We didn't really speak until she text me on Wednesday to ask if I wanted to go out with her and a couple of friends on Saturday evening, I naturally said yes. We arranged that...
Foreword: This story was inspired by all those ads by gay guys advertising to suck straight guys' dicks, you know the ones: "GAY4STR8" and such. Not that there's anything wrong with being gay, but the definition of being straight is that you don't have sex with people of the same sex. I.e., any "straight" guy who allows another guy to suck his dick is, by de...
By suppertime, we were settled into our suite at Caesar's Atlantic City Casino. We took a shower together and then laid down for a short nap before tackling supper and the casino. We had decided that we both had "headaches" and sex would be the last thing on our minds that night so we took it easy on each other and enjoyed the respite. After our naps we fou...
Almost dinnertime... but not yet I kneel pretty. Head up high and proud. Smiling and batting my eyelashes at any Mistress who looks at me. Shoulders back even though my wrists are shackled close to my collar. Back straight, Tits out. A coy "Mona Lisa" half-smile on my face when I don't know if any Mistress is watching or not. I scratch my nose and hope a Mi...