Sebastian woke up with a simmering thirst. The room was too dark, and the unfamiliar surroundings briefly confused him. He crumpled his sheets with his fist, letting his eyes adjust to the pitch-black night. Outside, he glimpsed the outline of trees cut out by the light of the thin moon that hung over them, countless stars surrounding it in a slow dance toward daylight. But the sun was a long way from peaking out of the h...

In the muggy heat of Savannah, I found myself on a solo adventure again, eager to explore the city's vibrant nightlife. My journey led me to a legendary drag show, where the air was thick with anticipation and the promise of untamed desires. I had dressed the part, wearing my assless underwear with a removable pouch for my cock, ready for whatever the night might bring. Before the show, I had met a charming married couple...

I grew up in a small town in the Northwest. My best friend Aaron and I were basically inseparable from first grade to graduation. He was smart and dorky; I was more the jock type. He went off to college, and I signed up for the Army. We lost contact after his sophomore year and my first deployment. It had been about ten years since I left home, and I hadn’t been back since. It was Christmas time, and my parents were beggi...

From behind the door comes his muffled protest. “You’re not serious…” I’m dead serious. “Is there a problem, babe?” I ask, grinning like an idiot. Silence. Then, quietly, “No.” A moment later the lock clicks and the door eases open as he comes shuffling out. “You’re evil,” he mutters, shooting me a look that’s more heat than hate. I grin wickedly. “No, babe… this would be evil.” I slip a hand into my pocket and press the...

One day I received an offer to participate in a fisting session. Fisting is extreme for me. I am not yet ready for this type of sex, and my hole is not trained enough. I have never been in a passive role and do not intend to be in the near future. However, I can be active in fisting, when I turn my hand into a large cock. I have always been fascinated by men, sometimes young, sometimes mature, who are able to take a large...

Chapter 2 The small dirt path was steep, but Sebastian had always been perfectly stable on his feet. His eyelids were heavy, the rising dust making his eyes water as he did his best to focus on Shaun’s raspy voice. “This is a kitchen garden,” he explained. “What’s produced on the farm is mainly for my own use, but I also sell some products on the market on weekends.” “What do you produce?” Sebastian asked, genuinely curio...

Chapter 1 The gravel crunched under Sebastian’s shoes; they were covered in dust and grime, and though he had managed to wash his clothes a few times on his way to this lost part of the United States, money was running out. The few possessions he had managed to snatch away on his way out of his parents’ house weighed on his back. A painful reminder that at barely eighteen, all his future prospects had been swept under the...

I wince at the faded sign. Brightwater Gardens. I haven’t been here since I was a teenager and I was embarrassed to be seen here then. Now, at twenty-nine, I’m back. Standing in line, I feel my pride peel away like the chipped purple and yellow paint on the sun-bleached letters overhead. A few months back, we decided to call it quits. Me and Charlotte, the woman I was supposed to marry. No hard feelings. Since then, my li...

At work one Friday, Will made his way to Alex’s office. “What are you doing way over here?” Alex asked. “I wanted to see if you were doing anything for dinner tonight,” the older man said, sounding a little shy. “Are you asking me out on a date, Mr. Franklin?” Alex smiled as he pushed his door closed. “Or, is this a work-related affair?” “I was just thinking about pizza at my house,” Will admitted. “But, yeah! If you’ll l...

“Masey boy,” Calvin said again, drying his hair with the towel. “You find your bag?” I nodded, still gripping the blanket like it could hide the very obvious hard-on in my briefs. “Yeah. The staff already brought it up,” I muttered, not trusting myself to say more. My eyes flicked down once more before I could stop them. His cock was still swinging gently in those black trunks, heavy and outlined like it was half-awake an...

I couldn’t believe it when I got my acceptance letter from Edinburgh University. I’d dreamt about going there for years—the city’s gothic charm, the cobbled streets, the sense of history clashing with modern student life. And now it was real. Even better, I’d be staying in student accommodation, which meant freedom—real freedom—for the first time in my life. My parents drove me up early on a Saturday morning. We parked ne...

Steve stood holding his laundry basket at his back door, wearing only his classic white briefs. The sun was shining, and it was very warm with a gentle breeze, a perfect way to dry his briefs on the line in the garden, he thought. Standing by the line, he clipped each pair carefully, making sure the waistbands were straight. The breeze caught them, filling the cotton like little sails. Steve liked things neat. He liked th...

….He just flopped onto the bed and started taking off his shirt. I froze. Hand still wrapped around my dick under the blanket, heart thudding in my chest like I’d been caught stealing. Mason didn’t look at me right away. He pulled his shirt off in one smooth motion, then stretched out like he owned the room, sweat still glistening on his stomach. He grabbed his water bottle, took a long sip, and groaned like he’d just fin...

Alex was drenched with sweat having just finished mowing his friend Will’s yard. It wasn’t a large yard by any description. But it was hotter than usual for an April Saturday. About halfway through the job, Will had come out to watch him work. Alex didn’t mind. Actually, he was used to it. “You need a drink?” he asked as Alex pushed Will’s mower into his garage. “Yeah. That’d be great,” he said. By the time he returned, A...