Sam war gerade 18 Jahre alt geworden und hatte von seinen Eltern zum bestandenen Abitur eine einwöchige Städtereise nach Berlin als Belohnung erhalten. Sam freute sich riesig darauf, denn einerseits war er noch nie in Berlin, andererseits erhoffte er, dass er dort in dieser Woche auch seine Leidenschaft für Bondage, Latex und Leder ausleben konnte. Da er noch zu Hause bei seinen Eltern in einer...
Der Hausmeister ist vielleicht 50 Jahre alt, relativ dick und untersetzt. Ich bin mit meinen 1,82 m einen Kopf größer als er, aber leider 20 kg leichter und 30 Jahre jünger. Die zwei Kerle, die mich vorher abgegriffen haben, erzählen ihm, dass ich eine Toilettenwand mit schwulem Text beschmiert hätte. Und dass ich schwul wäre, was man ja leicht an mir erkennen könne, versifft wie ich sei und fast...
Der Sonntagsausflug Mit dem Rennrad durch die SonneChris und Flo kennen sich seit Ewigkeiten und haben auch ihre Vorliebe fürs Rennrad gemeinsam entdeckt. Sie haben sich im Laufe der Zeit, sowohl im Verein als auch später im Leistungskader unterschiedlich entwickelt. Flo ist mit 170 cm, 62 Kg eher der Bergfloh geworden. Chris hat durch die Grundlage einer breiten Statur und eines...
Ich rannte als wäre der Teufel hinter mir her. Ich wusste was auf dem Spiel stand wenn die Bullen mich bekommen würden. Überall wo Gays unterwegs waren hatte ich meine Internetseite an die Wände geschmiert. Dazu die unzähligen Kommentare bei Fetischvideos im Netz und bei den bekannten Feet&Socks&Sneaker-Fetischseiten. Ich hatte schon über tausend Klicks – in einer Woche! Leider war das...
S frendi smo bili na gay žurki. Vzdušje je bilo super, dobra muska, veliko hudih tipov. Ogromno smo plesali in tudi kaj spili. Prijelo me je lulat, zato sem šel na WC. Stopil sem do pisoarja, kjer je že stal en mlad ?efur?ek. Odpel sem kavbojke, dal ven mojega ti?ka in za?el scat. Pogledal sem k sosedu in videl kako iz obrezanega kurca te?e curek urina. O?itno je imel ?efur?ek poln mehur, ker je...
My parents divorced when I was a teenager. The parents of five children, of whom I was the youngest, they had been arguing more and more, so we knew it was only a matter of time. Luckily for my oldest sister, she had already left for college. The transition was harder for the rest of us. I didn't blame anyone in particular, and I was open to what course life would take. I loved both...
All names real or implied are fictional and just made up.The man that lived on the place next to us was an older man. He was married and had two boys. They were older than i was. His wife always smiled at me. We shared a common back fence. The older mans name was Dr. Holmgrain. He was mostly bald and combed his hair over the top of his head. He was one of those older guys that...
I met Newton when I first moved to town. I had an older Chevy pickup and needed a battery one cold February morning. Newton owned an auto parts store and was one of the only stores opened on Sunday. Newton asked if I was new to area I replied that I was and ended up chatting across the counter on a slow Sunday morning. As my pickup aged I ended up buying various replacement parts from...
One of them arrived. This man was 300 pounds, easy. His ball gut was big; too big for his body for he could barely move. I saw his cock under his overhang. It was hard; it wanted some action. The man by the name of Brian began to caress his monster. My hand took him to the couch and I sat down. First I tried to sit on his lap, facing him, but his tank and my gut of 507 pounds couldn't...
My two suit cases were filled with expensive suits, slacks, linen shirts and school uniforms. So I ripped the address tags off the luggage and left them right where they were. Hopefully they would go to someone who really needed them.I got to the counter and the agent asked if I had anything besides my carry on. I replied,...
Spring 1977. Salisbury Connecticut. Salisbury School. I'm standing in front of the school with my luggage waiting for my Step-Father's driver. The driver and my Step-Father's lawyer are picking me up and bringing me back to New York. Why you may ask? Well it seems my Mother and my Step-Father were in a horrific accident. They were tooling around Spain in one of those little British two seat...
SURPRISE NUMBER 1There were times that my dreams brought back the memories of the last time I had seen my older brother but today it was a message online from my nephew. I recalled that early morning all those years ago stood in my brother’s living room when he had confronted me. I had stayed the night on his couch after a night out on the town with him and his mates and had woke up and...
I was ordered to visit my Leather Priest. I knew better than to refuse. It had been more than a month since our leather-gloved encounter in his van, and I was very ready for another experience with this charming and one could even say sexy man. I thought about him constantly; I believed that he had indeed become an obsession for me.I had learned that my Priest had...
In an Alley WayWhen I was 18, and still in high school, there was this certain special shortcut I used to take home everyday. It ran through this really secluded area of town, near a bunch of old abandon factories that ran alone the train tracks on the outskirts of town. It was a real spooky place. It was like a ghost town of abandoned factories, that most people wouldn't dare venture...
How I learned I was born to be a bitchThe true (and unembellished) account of my first sexual experiences with a manProvincetown, Cape Cod, Massachusetts, August 1988Ever since I can remember having sexual fantasies I fantasized about being dominated. I was brought up playing organized sports and was a talented athlete. In high-school I played varsity football (running back) and...
A Semi Autobiographic Rape Fantasy?..............As a writer, I spend a considerable amount of time at home, in my little studio apartment in Alphabet city. That was, especially so at the time of this story. I was in the beginning phases of compiling a volume of my old college essays, and short stories for publishing. An old professor of mine thought it'd be a great idea to publish...
Der Einzug Es war mal wieder ein anstrengender Tag aber die Vorfreude auf den Feierabend hat sich doch ganz gut gemacht, um den Tag schnell vorbei gehen zu lassen. Sowohl Chen als auch Chris wollen dieses Wochenende umziehen. Also, sozusagen ihre persönlichen Habseligkeiten bei mir unterbringen. Ich habe zu diesem zweck im Gästezimmer einen zweiten Schrank aufstellen lassen, so dass...
Diese Geschichte ist zur Gänze in meinem Kopf entstanden. Übereinstimmungen bzw. Ähnlichkeiten mit real existierenden Personen sind rein zufällig und ungewollt. Diese Geschichte ist nur für Personen über 18 Jahre geeignet…========== PART 2 ==========Ich war insgeheim schon immer ein Fan von Bondage gewesen. Es ging mir allerdings nicht darum, den anderen weh zu tun (oder gar mir selbst),...
As I stood outside the entrance to the old British colonial-style Windsor Hotel in Nuwara Eliya, Sri Lanka, in the shadow of Mount Pidurutagala, waiting for someone to take me up to the ashram, I couldn’t believe how far—and how far back in time—I had moved from Teddy’s cabin in the Catskills. From the moment Teddy’s business partner, Mort Whitley, had driven up to the cabin and told me how...
I stepped back from the sidewalk, hugging my arms close to my sides, and leaned back on the wall at the corner into the alley, raising one leg, knee bent, and my cowboy booted foot flat against the wall. The hole in the sole of that boot was worn clean through and the cold of the wall wasn’t as cold as that of the sidewalk pavement. Besides, it was a good pose for the purpose. While still...
Sklavenfarm 4..........Neben dem Kraftraum im Keller befand sich eine Werkstatt.Dort wurden die raffiniertesten und ausgefallensten Trainings- und Fickgeräte entwickelt.In einem weiten Raum, dem Proberaum, konnten dann die einzelnen Neuentwicklungen auf optimale Funktionalität getestet werden.Master Tom hat schon viele ausgefallene Foltergeräte entwickelt, aber sein auf seinem...
“I really do worry about you. When did you eat last?”“Please, please, don’t stop,” Marc whimpered between pants. “Finish me, please. Don’t make me wait.”“Now you want it,” the dance master laughed. “We’ll see how badly you want it.”The two young men were lying on a pile of old costumes in the dark corner of the back of the stage behind the wings. The dance master, Patrick Moran, only...
“Are you sure this is the address?” Lars Krieger asked, as the hotel car stopped in front of a massive, carved-wood, two-panel door in an otherwise blank concrete wall on Bangkok’s Soi 51 Sukhumvit. The road was narrow, almost an alley, it seemed, to the young German engineer, with one, long stuccoed wall running down its full length on each side with doors like this and wider garage doors at...
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