----- Senior Year of High School, 2013. ----- Jake’s POV: This was torture. My name is Jake Moss. I was an 18-year-old football player and High School Senior, and I was standing in a forest in the middle of the night a few feet away from the party the football team was throwing to celebrate we had won the last game of the season. The party was epic! It was around a bonfire, there was music and alcohol everywhere, people d...

Rattle, clunk. Every bump or hole that Carter couldn't evade made him wince. The noise coming from the front suspension of his battered Ford Edge could not be good. Any time now, the front wheels would fly off. He was sure of it. Carter cursed himself for not making the appointment sooner. He was too busy. It wasn't that big of a deal. It would go away on its own. All excuses to cover the fact that he really just didn't f...

"Wake up, sunshine!" The bright light invaded Jake’s sleepy eyes, and the cool air in the room gave him an instant shiver as the sheets were abruptly snatched off his bed. "It's time for practice." James' big sister was a college wrestler, and for some reason, James had volunteered to help her with practice on Sunday mornings. Well, today was Sunday, and it was time for him to pay for his kindness. Kayla was a stunning at...

The soft satin sheets on the comfortable master bed caressed my back as I stretched, the wetness seeping from my throbbing slit. My hands lazily explored the folds, playing and enjoying – and dreaming of my naughty, sexy man. I could still memorize the feeling of your tongue – and your eyes... longing for relief, beaten and humiliated as you were safely locked up in your cock cage. With buttocks red from the belt and face...

I was just standing there stunned, watching him take a deep breath and pick up his call. Like in a dream, I looked around the room that smelled like lube and cum. The vibrator was at full speed, gently humming, attached to the backboard of their bed. The bedsheet had stains of fresh cum drops. On his tablet was playing porn with some twink being tied up and used by muscled dilf. I couldn’t help but smirk when I glanced at...

I went to the kitchen, humming and carefree, enjoying the afterglow of this morning. Maybe I should be worried about Nate, but I realized that I don’t mind him seeing any of that, and if Jerry was right, and he indeed sported a boner, all the more fun. Nate didn’t leave his room until the evening when the courier rang the bell with the package he had left at the doorstep. I went to look and realized Nate was down, also. T...

Carson bolted upright. “Carson? Are you okay?” He nodded, feeling exactly the opposite. “Yeah, I’m…” he stammered. “I just gotta use the bathroom.” He waddled past the TV, into the bedroom, wincing with every step. His hole was still tender, fucked so raw he could hardly walk. He could still feel the man inside him. But the same feeling that had given him so much comfort only moments before now filled him with disgust. He...

Knock, knock. Carson tapped on the bathroom door. “You ready?” Mr. Armisen asked. Carson didn’t say a word. A short while later Armisen emerged from the bathroom, a white robe around his shoulders, a glass of wine in hand. His long, flaccid cock dangling from his hips like a sword. He furrowed his brow as he hobbled into the dimly-lit bedroom, his ankle still swollen from the fall. “Carson?” he asked. The boy was nowhere...

Carson melted into the crook of Mr. Armisen’s arm, the light of the TV flickering over his face as some action movie played out on the screen. But he wasn’t focused on the film. His eyes were glued to the man beside him. “Where the fuck did you come from?” Carson wondered aloud. Armisen looked down at him and smiled. “I could ask you the same thing.” It was two o’clock in the morning and the two were nuzzled on the couch,...

“I’m sorry.” “Don’t be.” “I should’ve…” “Did you hear me?” Carson looked up at Mr. Armisen, propped up in the hospital bed of the emergency room. After four hours, two X-rays, and sixteen stitches, he still looked pretty banged up. It could’ve been sexy, looking like he had survived a bar fight. But Carson couldn’t look him in the eye. He just felt a pang of guilt when he saw his beautiful face, scratched and bruised. Car...

A few minutes later, Armisen was splayed out naked, face-down, ass up on the coffee table, his long lumberjack limbs dangling over the edges. He waited patiently as Carson stood behind him, wetting his hands with coconut oil. “You ready?” he asked. Carson nodded, his knees weak at the sight of the man splayed out in front of him like a tenderloin. “Uh-huh,” Carson said. He slowly went to work, spreading the oil across Mr....

Carson sat in the cool, air-conditioned suite watching reality TV when Mr. Armisen walked in the door a little after 3. “You almost got me in trouble, you sexy shit,” he laughed, tugging off his tie. Carson sat up, eager to retort with something equally flirty, but all he could say was, “Sorry.” Armisen chuckled, slipping his suit jacket off his back. “It’s alright. You ready to hike?” “Sure.” “Here, just let me change…”...

I moved into an upper-class neighborhood in California about four years ago. I lived by myself and was beginning my freshman year of college at UC Berkeley.  My next-door neighbors, Mr. and Mrs. Collins, were the first ones to welcome me into the neighborhood. I quickly became close to them and their children. They had four children: three sons [one pair of twin sons] and one daughter. The oldest son, Taylor, was 16 years...

“Just landed. Omw now” “ETA?” “11” “Meet me at the bar.” The bar? Carson’s Uber pulled away from the airport as he broke into a sweat. And not just from the Florida heat. This is crazy, he thought, the same thought he’d been having for the last 48 hours. He didn’t know anything about this man, except for how his cum tasted. Yet here he was, hours from home and crawling back for more. The Uber arrived at the Four Seasons,...

The next day should have been awful. Luggage was heavier than ever, guests were rude and demanding. The heat was sweltering, his boss a total asshole. But Carson went about the day with a smile on his face, his footsteps light as a feather, elevated by one thought that kept reverberating through his mind: I sucked Mr. Armisen’s dick. He had to keep telling himself it really happened, but it felt like a dream. Still, the s...