One whole week had passed and Friday night was here. Brett sat on the couch with his feet propped on the coffee table, dressed for a night out on the town.
Roman had come over Tuesday and then agreed to a date tonight. The boy had earned a good one. He'd worked hard and had been respectful at work. Tuesday night had been only dinner at the house. No blowjobs and no fooling around. Brett was in this for the long term and wanted to take it a bit slow after such an intense start. It
*(This is in third person verses the first version being in second person. I think/hope it reads better)*
*Ever consider having some hot guy kneeling at your feet? He's ready to service you however you choose. The power of each moment is in your hands. Your shots called and accomplished by a man that has submitted to you:*
Roman was that one guy at work that had always been an ass. Yet, women seemed to flock to him. His biting remarks jus
Ever considered having some hot guy kneeling at your feet? He's ready to service you however you choose. The power of each moment in your hands. Your shots called and accomplished by a man that has submitted to you:
He's that one at work that's always been a bit of an ass. Yet, women seem to flock to him. His biting remarks just make you want to deck him at times but hey, you're at work and need to keep the job despite the way he flaps his mouth.
But that mouth... i
The receptionist, a handsome Arab, had given Marco the one over, but Marco hadn't seemed to notice. Or maybe he did, or maybe he had already been there once and fucked the hell out of the Arab. Anything seemed probable with this guy. I got my key, and we found my hotel room. Our hotel room. Hell, what was happening? How had it come to this, that all of the sudden I was bringing a young man with me to my hotel room? A man that had just made me, against my will, suck his cock?
Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong
"This is why I don't come to office Christmas parties," I thought to myself as I stood near the photocopier feeling awkwardly self-conscious and uncomfortable.
I was trying to look as casual I could, exchanging half-hearted pleasantries with guys from different departments who I barely knew, and trying desperately to spot Cameron through the throngs of tedious people.
While I was on my way to play tennis with Ben the first time the day after I had been taken several times during wrestling practice, I learned just how much of a hold Coach Seeman had over me. I was strolling along, racket case under my arm, when a big black limousine, with smoked windows rolled up beside me, the driver's window rolled down, and a big black bullet-headed chauffeur stuck his face out of the window.
"Hey, are you Ron? Ron from the wrestling team?"
I had been taken sexually by three men within my first week at school. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before. I let it go for several days and then, when I was on my way to throw some hoops at the gym, I just snapped and found myself seeking out the dean of men students. I didn't know if I could get a walk-in appointment with him, but I felt like I needed to talk to someone about what was happening to me.
I walked into his outer office and encountered another student at
I had been on the road for some time. Once again, on my way from point A, via unspecified hotel, to point B. As the CEO of a firm I had to do a lot of travelling. Usually by plane, but every now and then, especially when I had several meetings in more or less the same area, I would rent a car and get moving – which was fine, as it gave me some time on my own. Although I loved my wife and children very much, it is sometimes good to be on one's own. All I needed to think of was me myself and I. An
The sensation of sucking the cock, the dark brown cock of the hard-bodied young stranger I just picked up from the roadside, in the middle of back-country Europe, where any passerby might see us... I had no idea how it all happened. Or I did, but I couldn't understand how I had let it happen. All I knew that I was out of my mind in lust. I wanted to get his cock, I wanted to taste it, feel what it was like to pleasure another man - this man! - and I wanted a part of what all those other men had
Revised version copyright 2006 by the author.
It's five-thirty on Wednesday afternoon. The corridors of the main classroom building are deserted. Let's face it, this is no Harvard, it's a small state school. Around here students never hang around after hours if they can help it.
I've taught at this place longer than I care to remember and I'm way past griping about the quality of the students, well, at least their intellects. Besides, the fact that the campus
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