The beat was pulsing through his mind. It consisted of heavy breathing and gasps of seeming pleasure and sounds of sticky wetness, like a salivating tongue painting the length of a large candy cane, over and over again without end. Hidden beneath it all was a voice, whispering words he couldn’t quite understand, but he knew they were there. He knew they were speaking to him and...
Jared lost track of time sitting there in the recliner with his legs spread wide. Though still apprehensive about Peter leaving the door unlocked, he had at least settled into a mild, sexual stupor with the images flashing before him on his TV screen. Either out of curiosity or attraction, he couldn’t stop watching them. He would try to turn away at times, but it was no use. A small, ...
Daddy’s list of short simple instructions for his boy was sitting on the kitchen counter the next morning. Jared had read it several times the night before, wanting so much to crumple it up like the last one and throw it away. But his denial wasn’t as strong as it had been: his mind still searched for some way out of this situation, but the ground beneath his heterosexual feet had...
Jared sat at his desk with his elbows resting near his keyboard and stared blankly at the screen. The day had been like any other. He woke up. He showered and dressed. He ate some toast and drank some orange juice and drove to work. And throughout the day, he wandered around the office smiling and chatting and doing his work as if nothing were out-of-the-ordinary. The girls at work ...
When Jared arrived home from work the following day, he found a small package at his doorstep and his growing sense of security quickly evaporated. He picked it up and glanced around to see if anyone was watching him. Then he ducked inside and nervously examined it. The outside of the envelope had his name printed on it in big letters and under his name, it said: FOR PRIVATE USE ...
Jared awoke slowly as if the whole night had been a dream. He had a dull aching in his jaws as he began to realize that he was seated in his recliner. Worse yet, it was quite apparent that he had been relieved of all his clothes. His discovery of what had become of him since blacking out was a rapid process that can only be described as step-by-step His mouth was wide open, as if...
Jared arrived home from his daily workout around nine o’clock at night and tossed his gym bag in the corner by the TV. He smelled of chlorine from his 40 laps in the pool and longed for a nice, warm shower to melt under. Most men would have just taken that relaxing shower right there at the gym, but not Jared. He had his reasons. Shuffling through his one-bedroom apartment, Jared ...
This was the first time I'd been in Wayne's shed. Shit, it was the first time I was really in his back yard. When he'd been talkin' 'bout makin' the shed over, he only showed it to me through the sliding glass doors that lead to a two foot wide patio and two inch patch of grass between the condo and the fence. I think it used to be a garage, since it was big enough for two small...
That night...that's when everything changed. Now Wayne was the one makin’ plans, sittin’ down and all but drawin’ a map of how it was gonna go, and Bill was the one holdin’ back. It would’ve been funny, if Wayne wasn’t so fuckin’ serious about it. First he asked me "what position" I wanted Shayes to be in when I fucked him. I told him on his back, his legs in the air is best....
We set it up for the next Saturday. I come over at six. We call our guy at seven. Have him there at eight. Done with him by eleven. Go out for a beer or two at midnight. I take the car home. All nice and neat and scheduled out like a battle plan. Bill decided to use one of those "model/escort" characters who got ads in the back of th’ weekly fag-rags. I bet he spent hours lookin’...
Now I'm not gonna tell ya I really thought about what Bill was sayin'. I didn't. Didn't think about what it meant. Didn't wonder why he wanted to know. Didn't consider it meant messin' with a guy in the community who'd never done a thing to me instead of with a con who was kicked into my path by those self-righteous assholes that run the country. I didn't tell myself I wasn't queer...
I went with them over to Bill’s place...that turned out to be Wayne’s, too. They shared this townhouse or duplex or whatever you want to call it just outside West Hollywood, where the parkin’s the worst and parkin' enforcement's mean. It wasn’t a fancy place on the outside -- I mean, from what I could tell in the dark -- but even with the nearest street lamp half a block away and...
I did it on a bet. Yeah, yeah, I know -- that’s a dumb-shit reason to do anything. But I was pissed at my bitch of a wife and had a couple beers under my belt and these two annoying old faggots that were buying those beers were yammering back and forth over whether or not any guy is capable of queer sex, no matter how straight he is, in the right place at the right time for me to...
THE SPANKING What is a cute guy doing home alone on a Saturday night? Watching porn, jerking off and going to bed early? Looking in the mirror at my naked body and hard cock, I told myself ‘I should be a hot commodity.’ Later that evening, I woke up with somebody shaking my head violently. “Wake up you free-loading son-of-a-bitch!” my dad was shouting. He had been drinking, and I...
I don’t know how old I was when I first began to notice Robbie, the boy who lived next door to us, in a sexual way. You know what I mean by “noticed”. I would watch him as he worked shirtless around the yard and my dick would get hard as a rock! Although he was very muscular, I was a few years older than he was and I knew that the time had finally come to show him how it was going...
ideas are nothing outside the system within which they derive their identity from their opposition to other ideas. anika lemaire : jacques lacan - q: what’s your name? a: (pause) you know my name. q: this is just for the tape. a: (pause) you’re not going to use it, are you? q: if i write about it i’ll change your name. a: [name]. q: age? a: thirty-two. q: occupation? a:...
Ever since I was a small kid I’d spent all my free time in my bedroom on my computer. It had become the window to my world, my teacher in all things that I could never asked my parents about. I could go always go on line and find answers to anything I needed to know. My computer wasn’t like it was for me in High School, it never called me a nerd or a fag, it was my friend and...
Eric knocked on the door. Daddy opened, looked him up and down and said ‘You’re late’, and then turned and headed into the house. Eric followed behind him and shut the door. As usual, Daddy was wearing a pair of jeans, belt, and no shirt. Eric loved it when Daddy didn’t wear a shirt because he had such a big, hairy chest. ‘I hit traffic on the way from the gym,’ Eric started to...
"Shit!" exclaimed Trey as he whipped his car into the nearly empty parking lot of his barber shop. It was five minutes past six, and he knew that Kevin was closing the shop for the weekend. Trey would have just gone home, but he really needed to get his black, curly hair trimmed and his goatee edged up. Trey jumped out of his car and rushed to the door. Fortunately, it was still...
Well, it’s been about a week since my dad “punished” me for hosing his computer down with my jizz (hee hee) by giving me a spanking—and then fucking me and cumming all over my face. We haven’t seen each other much since it happened, with him going to work (he leaves even earlier than usual to workout at the gym) and me going to school. But when we’ve crossed paths, like in the...
My name is Jack. I’m 19, I go to college and I still live at home with my folks. My brother moved out when he was 18 and I was 12 so it’s been just dad, mom and me here for several years. I am gay and have always known it but my family doesn’t. Well, my brother does but that’s a long story that maybe I will type up for the brother section. But my mom and certainly not my dad knew...
Jake has had it being a sex slave, and let's pick up where we left off... “Ed, make them stop this” cried out Jake. As Finley and Gonzo came over to have their turn with him, Jake leapt up from the bed and swore, "You fuckers aren't getting anything more from me." What a turn on that was to Rocker's ears....he would rather pound the shit out Jake anyway. Lopez grabbed Jake from...
Note: This is a work of pure fiction, a celebrity fantasy. It in no way is meant to imply the individuals' sexual identity or preference. Enjoy It was a quiet the week after the Super Bowl in Tampa, and Jake was glad the long season was now truly over, and that he was back in Phoenix......his body was finally going to get some much needed rest. Super Bowl weekend had been ...
"My God, Brian.... wake up, wake up.....it's almost 3:30....wake up!" Groggily Brian responded, "What's up Jeff, what's wrong...I was just having the best dream.... you and me fucking each other, over and over again...." "That was no dream, we did pump each others butt tonight, but then we must have gone to sleep.... you gotta get out of here, before Nick gets back to the room.......
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