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Night in Sodom |
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Story By: GSC
It was a hot sticky night in Sodom. I was strolling along the lanes after a few ales and needed to stretch my legs. The night was abashed with people singing with excitement all around. I ambled past a muscled man I knew to be married who was humping a young man against a wall and, by his screams, I don’t think he was enjoying himself. The man’s britches were around his ankles and I watched his hairy arse moving backwards and forwards very hard. ‘I’d move on if I were you unless you want to be next,’ he growled as he turned his head to look at me. But he didn’t stop his pace and carried on violating the young man.
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The Terrible Waiter |
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Story by: GSC
‘Oh no! I’m really sorry about that sir.’ David went red with embarrassment. ‘Is there anything I can do?’ He looked down at the tomato soup he’d just dropped into a man’s lap. The older man was furious.
‘Look at what you’ve done, this is my best suit!’ he shouted as he stood up. He watched the soup poring down his trousers, leaving him standing in a pool of warm, red liquid. ‘What am I going to do! Or more to the point, what are you going to do?’ Both of their faces were as bright red as the soup. |
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A Few Good Masters |
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Story by: GSC
‘Good to see you on time boy come on in and join the party,’ a hairy fat man dressed in leather said to James.
James answered him only by walking in as he hadn’t been given permission to speak as yet. James was nineteen years old but could be younger if that’s what somebody wanted. He had a youthful face and was classed as being thin. He’d met the burly man by chance only the other night and had been invited to the party on the strict orders that he would be a slave for the night and to do what ever he was told.
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Apricots |
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Story by:
Luke Preston
His name, in English, is George. He’s 27, slim, dark and to me he is handsome.
He works at one of the local shops as a delivery ‘boy’. If you need boxes of
water, or large items that you don't want to carry he will deliver them up to
your villa. I asked his boss, the guy who owns the supermarket, if he wanted
apricots. The tree in our garden has hundreds at this time of year. They all
come out and are ready at once. I have about 400 of the damn things on the tree.
If I don't pick them they fall off and go to waste. So I asked if they wanted
some, for free, to sell in the shop. After all, 400 apricots are no good to
me. |
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In The Locker Rooms - chapter 4 |
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Story by: Luke Preston
‘Well my dick will need lubricating before I can fuck you with it,’ he said as
he withdrew his fingers. They left my hole feeling wide open with a total
emptiness I’d never felt before.
‘Now turn around and get on your knees
in front of me. I want you to suck on my dick for a while before I shove it up
that sweet arse of yours.’ I knelt in front of his erect cock, not really to
sure what to do. I put my trembling hand out and wrapped my fingers around its
huge width. It was the first cock I’d ever touched besides my own. I could feel
its power and strength as I pulled his foreskin down revealing an angry, purple
head. He put his hands on my head as my mouth went towards his waiting erection.
My other hand cupped his big furry balls as I pulled his cock to my eager, moist
lips.
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In The Locker Rooms - chapter 3 |
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Story by: Luke Preston
‘What’s this Johnston?’ he said sternly. ‘Why haven’t you showered? You’ve still
got mud on your hands and neck.’
‘I’m going to have a bath when I get home
sir,’ I mumbled ‘What makes you so special then? I told everyone to get showered
and I meant everyone!’
I stared back at him vacantly, not knowing how to
answer. ‘Obviously you need a reminder to teach you to do as your told,’ he said
pulling on my ear and making me walk with him.
My face went bright red as he
pulled harder, making me wince with pain. ‘Bend over the desk Johnson. I’m going
to give you a little warm up with the plimsoll first, and then you will have
that shower. Even if I have to come in myself to scrub you I will.’ He said
threateningly.
‘Oh shit no!’ I thought to myself as he forced me to bend over
the desk with his hand still pulling on my ear. The room had gone eerily silent.
We were now the only two people left. |
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In The Locker Rooms - chapter 2 |
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Story by: Luke Preston
When I awoke the next day I was a new person. I’d spent the whole night thinking of nothing else but cock. I’d played with myself until I was to sore to touch and I hid my pyjamas in the bottom of the wash basket as I’d made such a mess in them. I hoped my mum didn’t notice the tell tale signs of what I’d been doing. On the way to school that day I found myself taking quick peeks at the other boy’s crotches and wondering what their cocks looked like and even what they tasted like. I spent the whole day in a heightened state of excitement keeping hidden the hard on in my trousers by using my schoolbag. (My schoolbag became my best friend that year.) But what got me even more turned on was when I took quick glances at my teacher’s groins. They had bigger and heavier looking bulges in their suit trousers than the boys.
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In The Locker Rooms |
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Story by: Luke Preston
It was my first day back at school and I was in my final year. I had been looking forward to it until I realised who my housemaster was to be. I looked down at the piece of paper with a feeling of dread and apprehension. I rubbed my eyes trying to blink away the name but it didn’t do any good, the name stared straight back at me in bold letters, Mr Levridge.
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In The Countryside |
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Story by: Neil Gosling
‘Do you fancy a day in the country side?’ Tim asked Jed one lazy blistering morning. Yawning and wiping the sleep from his eyes Jed answered.
‘Sounds a great idea, you make a picnic whilst I have a shower and we’ll make a move.’
Tim rushed down the stairs to get ready whilst Jed got out of the bed. Tim could hear the radio going and the sound of splashing water as he busied himself in the kitchen. He could hear Jed’s voice singing as he washed himself. Tim smiled. He was more than contented now that their sex life had been given a major boost and he was in full time employment. He had just finished packing the car when Jed came down the stairs smelling all clean and looking refreshed. They kissed each other affectionately at the door. |
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