Şubat 2023

Alkidas was sitting in the gymnasium on a winter afternoon, watery sunlight entering through the oculus, strapping one hand in an absentminded way, preparing for boxing training. He wasn't thinking about boxing though; he was thinking about how truly fucked he was, in more ways than one. He could no longer pretend he didn't want it, couldn't deny he'd brought it upon himself willingly, and now - well...It'd started earlier in the year. He'd discovered he couldn't stop himself watching the wrestling champion, Deokles, in training. Though he was nude like everyone else, he was somehow different in Alkidas' eyes.…

Thank you for all your editing help, Incredimeters.It was a typical Thursday afternoon. It was sunny outside and the temperature was sitting around 60. I had finished up my English term paper and decided to go for a run in the park. Who was I kidding? I had been going for a run in the park every day after 5 pm for the last week hoping to run into, pun intended, him.My name is Jason Wise. I am 22, 5'6" and about 150 lbs I am lean more than fit. I need to get to a gym and do more…

This is a work of fiction; any resemblance of a character to any person, living or dead, is unintentional. The stories in this series are set in the early 1990s.* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *"Brown round?" I said, apprehensively repeating Russ Wilks' words. Whenever Russ brought up something that would lead down a debauched path, he had that shit-eating leer on his face I was seeing right now as he drove us in the company truck to the automobile auction lot.He chuckled. "Yeah, brown round -- your…

I'm taking a break right now from my "Their Girl" series (because I have a bad case of writer's block for the next part of their story), to tell another tale of hot alpha men and interracial relations. This story may, or may not, become a series.Jaxon and Darius have lived in my mind for a while now, a fantasy that helps me fall asleep, and helps me wake up in the morning.All sexual participants in this story are age 18 or older, and does contain elements of questionable consent.----------------------------------------------------------------------------Jaxon -- second Saturday of OctoberI scanned the crowd. It was…

Chapter One: Despite Everything: Brent DanforthI lay on the bunk in the cabin of my twenty-six-foot 1930 Elco Marinette cabin cruiser in the Antibes, France, yacht basin marina and tried not to scream as the Italian, Mateo Paoli, worked my channel with the oversized dildo. My wrists were tied and attached to the iron ring at the head of the bunk. I was on my back, legs splayed and bent, the soles of my bare feet flat on the surface of the bunk, a canvas ballast sack under the small of my back, lifting my pelvis, demonstrating my willingness to…

I left his office in worse shape than when I arrived. My wife took one look at me and hugged me and told me to go to bed. I could barely move my legs enough to get me to the bathroom to brush my teeth and pee, but I stumbled to the bedroom shedding my clothes and dropping into bed.My cock had finally subsided a little, but now, in bed, alone, it took on a life of its own again. I tried to ignore my erection, to put it out of my mind, to will it to soften, but nothing…

Stanley inched my pants and boxer briefs down low on my thighs. My cock sprung and hit him square in the face."Ow," he said, laughing and taking hold of it in both hands, his mouth following immediately."Hey, can I, uh, I want to, you know, go down on you," I said, hoping I'd finally get a chance.With a pop, his lips released the tip."Mind if we make out first?" Stanley asked.I nodded, then he leaned back, arching hips up, removing pants and underwear that were tenting over Stanley's erection.Stomach flexed, Stanley rose again to his ass, face moving to mine.When…

Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.TW : Rape is a *very* reprehensible act. And just because I write on it does not mean I do not condemn it. If it is something you're uncomfortable with, please move on to another story.With love,D3str0y3r0fChildh00d.Had he ever been that anxious? Probably not, concluded Lancelot while walking toward the King's quarters. But after all, he never had to face his King and friend's gaze while knowing he knew about the treason he committed. He never intended to, of course : but Lancelot fell in with Guinevere at the very…

Note: This story has fictional elements to it, but is based on my real-life experience.I'm guessing that we all want to find someone who is eager to get to know us. Not just on a superficial level. No. Deeply know us."Can I fuck you?" Tony took his time warming me up. Just after I arrived at his place, we started to kiss on the couch. His shirt was already opened; and I was in my uninhibited zone - a place I had rarely gone to in my lifetime."Okay." He took my hand and led me to his bed. Before I…

The Journey of Rick HeidenAll Rights Reserved © 2021, Rick Haydn HorstThis is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.CHAPTER FORTY-SEVENBefore David, I had unhealthy relationships. I suspect never having dated as a gay teenager as the cause, not because I didn't want to or even due to overprotective parents. I couldn't because I grew up a student in a rural county of the Southern United States.Historically,…