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I was an impressionable teenager and prone to fantasies I couldn’t shake. And, like any teenager, I was raging with hormones. One such fantasy was Mr. Walker, who lived down the block from us. He was a former Marine in his thirties, who worked hard to keep himself in tip-top shape. He was a runner, and I’d frequently see him running around our neighborhood, wearing no more than skimpy shorts and running shoes without socks. He wasn’t muscle bound by any stretch of the imagination, but he was finely built and there wasn’t an ounce of fat on him anywhere. His buzz cut and exercise regime screamed that once a Marine, always a Marine.The first thing that started me to fantasizing about Mr. Walker was his wife. She was a cute little blonde thing who always looked so satisfied with herself and who popped out a baby every twelve or thirteen months or so. In my adolescent mind, this suggested to me that every minute Mr. Walker wasn’t out running, he and Mrs. Walker were in their bed "doing it." The mere image of that turned me on. As I said, I was suffering from raging hormones then, and I found myself fantasizing about being in bed with the Walkers—for several weeks about being in bed with Mrs. Walker, and then for a while with both of them, and finally, distressingly, I fixated on being in bed with just Mr. Walker.The Walkers belonged to the same community club my family did, ...

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A Driver's Nightmare - Chapter 01by Mike RedbothamCopyright on this story text belongs at all times to the original author only, whether stated explicitly in the text or not. It had been snowing heavily; the roads on the hills around our city were blocked resulting in long delays. However our city, in the valley, had escaped the worst and the roads were reasonably clear.Having to take a friend home late at night, I joined the eastern by-pass at a roundabout, having right of way before a lorry, which was traveling in the same direction.He followed me closely to the next roundabout. Being a local driver and knowing that there are speed cameras on this road, I kept to the 40mph limit. Although by this time snow had ceased falling, the roads were still treacherous.The lorry followed me closely with full headlights blazing in my rear and side view mirrors.I felt I had no option but to slow to what I considered a safe speed with a huge vehicle so close behind my small saloon. I opened my window and tried to gesture to the driver to pull back but with no effect.As I reached the next roundabout, I was able to accelerate away from the lorry and resume the speed limit of 40mph. However, within a short distance, he again caught up with me and took up station extremely closely, still with headlights blazing. Again, I felt it necessary to slow to a safe speed. When we reached a traffic light ...

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Coach Davis shut the door behind him before dropping into the hard back wooden chair behind his desk. It had been a long day for the high school gym teacher. He rose at five that morning and headed off to the gym to get a workout before school. Then he spent the rest of the day not only teaching his regular gym classes, but also using his free periods to fill in for Mr. Tucker, who had called in sick, teaching his health class. And then after school he had to run practice for his senior boy’s baseball team. He had been so busy he even missed lunch so he was enjoying this much needed rest. He would sit for fifteen minutes, giving the young men a chance to shower and change, before he himself hit the showers and headed home. The Coach leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to rest for what seemed like a second. All of a sudden he was jarred awake by a large banging sound coming from the locker room. It took a second for him to focus and realize that he had fallen asleep in his office at the school. Looking at the clock on the wall Coach Davis realized he had been out cold for over thirty minutes. Then he heard the banging again. It sounded like metal on metal. Next he heard what sounded like several sets of feet running followed by Danny Mannix’s voice yelling, “Pussies!” And finally there ...

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Originally published online at Tit-Elation.com. 2nd Place winner in Tit-Elation's 2006 "Please the Baroness" BDSM/Latex Fetish contest and first gay fiction story to appear in their online journal.Mastering StefanBy J.M. SnyderThree years and Stefan's yet to find that certain someone who can take him to the precipice of lust, dangle him over the abyss, and shove him headlong into the darkness of his own desire. Someone who drives him to the edge but won't let him fall. Someone he can trust completely, body and soul, someone he can lose himself in. When a local gay bar called the Code hosts a Fetish Night, Stefan goes looking to be conquered.August in Richmond is sweltering -- even at quarter to midnight, the air is sticky like a wet rag and the humidity takes Stefan's breath away. He settles for a black latex vest, no undershirt, and a pair of bright blue latex boy-shorts so tight, Daisy Duke would be jealous. The shorts make his buttocks look like two round rubber balls, high and tight, and the outline of his cock bulges along the top of his upper left thigh. The vest, tapering to twin points just above his narrow waist, only accentuates both assets.But when he enters the bar, he's just one more body in the crowded sea that undulates over the dance floor. Music pounds around him like the surf, washing him up to the bar with the rest of the driftwood. He orders a White Russian, his first mistake. ...

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“If you let anyone know about this the deal will be off.” I read the line aloud for the tenth time. My heart was racing, the paper burning in my hands. I couldn’t believe this was actually happening.It all started as a joke really. About a month ago my friends and I were all gathered around my kitchen table discussing the usual sex, sex, and more sex. When I came to the realization that when it came down to it I was actually very vanilla, and to my dismay everyone agreed. The kinkiest thing I had ever done was have sex in my exes parents’ house. You could hardly consider that adventurous.I took one last look at the letter before putting it away. Master Manson was his name and he was going to be my ticket to wild nasty sex. So far I had done everything he asked, including shaving off every little bit of hair. Just thinking about that made my crotch itch. This being shaved clean was going to take some getting used to. The butt plug Master Manson sent with the letter was a little bigger than what my hole was used to. Every bump the bus hit sent ripples of pain throughout my body. In my seat I readjusted myself.If it had been up to me I would have been more than glad to pay for a plane ticket, but Master Manson insisted I come by bus. He said I wasn’t better than any other slut and ...

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Bob was just a normal sort of guy. He was married to Clair a wonderful woman, they had two kids, good holidays together, normal sex life, professional jobs almost everything you could possibly wish for. But Bob had a secret. Deep down he was a sub. He needed to worship his Dom, and feel the thrill of being used for the pleasure of another, totally manipulated into acts well beyond his normal day to day boundaries. He received a text at work. Roadside Motel, Rm 215, 8pm Wed. Buy a pair of white cotton panties and wear them today. Hand them to me to examined when you arrive. Sir This was the first time he had made contact with a male Dom, normally he craved submission to a woman, but after the last one he knew he had to try things differently. Where was he going to get the panties from? He wracked his brain trying to think of ways to back out, but knew in his heart it was the last thing he wanted to do. He had to go and submit to Sir completely, whatever the consequences. He went to the local shop and bought himself a pair of white cotton panties, he couldn’t stop himself from getting the matching bra. Every-time he looked round he thought that everyone in the shop was looking at him and knew that the lingerie was for him. He even thought the sales assistant who rang the till smiled to herself as she ...

Get The Full Story At Sticky Pen]]> http://www.stickypen.com/Stories/BDSM/A-Drivers-Nightmare-05--Chris,-Adam-and-Mr-Redbotham,_2454 BDSM Thu, 07 Jun 2007 11:45:12 -0400
A DRIVER.'S NIGHTMARE 05- CHRIS, ADAM & MR. REDBOTHAM - THE FINAL CHAPTER.By 'Chris' a.k.a. MIKE REDBOTHAMRead Chapters 1 - 4 for the background to this story.I woke after the most traumatic day of my life feeling like SHIT! My poor backside hurt, inside and out, but it was my head that caused me to ring in, sick.It was throbbing after a sleepless night; it was spinning with all that had happened to me and my reaction to it.Two days ago, I was a happily rampant hetero. Now I didn't know who or what I was!I slumped in front of the telly, dozing fitfully, for most of the morning. By lunchtime, I had to get some fresh air and went out for a drive.OK, I know what you are thinking! But, no, I didn't go back to THAT place! Just a drive in the country and a long walk along the riverbank.It certainly helped to clear my throbbing head - although I was still as confused as ever.But, what the hell? Come on, Christopher, pull yourself together. I still had my job, I was still young and fit…and I still had Jeanie. Oh!Oh, well, we'll just have to see what happens.Then, who should interrupt my reverie but Jeanie herself, on the mobile, thinking I was still away. She wanted to go shopping on Saturday. I can't say my heart was in it but I agreed, just to keep the peace.I was feeling a lot better.Little did I know my life was ...

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We’d met in passing on a porn Web site and had given each other a couple of satisfying private chat cyber fucks. Without openly asking for it, he increasingly pushed our cyber play to the kinky and S&M. His site moniker was Bigboy and mine was Viper, and it didn’t take me long to figure out that he turned on to bottom and domination, which was just fine with me. I could also tell that he was very curious, if a little shy and hesitant. Chances were good he’d never gone beyond the cyber but was drawn like a moth to the whole concept of what we were cybering.His site profile was scanty—an artist in California, claiming to be bi—but the location opened up a wealth of possibilities for me.[Viper] Located in California, bb? North, South, Central?[Bigboy] Central.[Viper] Ah, profile says u’re an artist. frisco then?[Bigboy] No, farther south. even more artsy. Coast.[Viper] must be monterey then.(Pause)[Viper] santa cruz myself.(Pause)[Bigboy] Interesting.[Viper] yes, interesting. interested, yes?(Pause)[Viper] u’ve said u wanted to see my basement room.(Pause for three minutes, and Bigboy signed off chat)Three days later I was cruising the chat room and he invited me for a private chat. I was beginning to think he wouldn’t contact me again, but all the time the moth was fluttering around my light.[Bigboy] Maybe. But here in Monterey. Out on the pier.[Viper] no. must be something u want. u have to come to me in santa cruz.He signed off again then, and I didn’t enter ...

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Billy was so nervous. The trees only looked all the more menacing at night. The park seemed so desolate. He had played little league on the field, over by the parking area, when he was a kid. Now, he was looking for a different game to play. He started to turn around, when he saw this really attractive guy watching him. Under the dim flickering light at the restrooms, he looked to be in his early twenties, slim and muscular. He decided, it was not sin to just use the bathroom, and see what would happen.Inside, it was just like he remembered, the place smelled of urine. He passed the guy going in, but said nothing. What could he say, want to fuck me? It seemed all the more desperate. Pulling out his penis, he began to piss, watching the yellow streak of liquid hit the sides of the mildewed urinal. The guy came inside, and he was so beautiful. He wore faded jeans and a plain white t-shirt, which you could see the contour of his taut abdominal muscles straining against. The guy took a place right beside him, not peeing, just staring straight ahead. Billy started to stroke himself, not waiting for the guy to make the first move.“So, what are you doing here kid?”, said the man.“Waiting for you.”“What did you have in mind?”“Whatever you want?”“For free, or do you charge?”Billy felt a little awkward ,being thought of as a prostitute never entered his mind. His hands began ...

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A DRIVER'S NIGHTMARE 02- CHRIS' STORYBy MIKE REDBOTHAMThere are two sides to every story! You will have read my side of the story in A Driver's Nightmare 01. This is Chris' side of the story.The snow was hell! An Arctic blizzard swept over the hills and not even the busy traffic could keep the roads clear. Why are we never prepared for snow in this country? I had finished my deliveries and was heading, empty, back to base. Then some idiot managed to jack-knife his rig and we all ground to a halt. 4 hours we were held up. I ask you! 4 hours! Boy, was I pissed off! I was on to a hot date that night. Fat chance now! I rang her on the mobile. Not that that did much good. Jeanie was as pissed off as me.Eventually, we got going again and slowly headed down to the city where my base was. As I got to the by-pass the traffic had thinned out, most traffic going onto the Motorway (Freeway), and the roads were clearer. She had given me until midnight - I might just make it, it was 11:50!I had to give way at a roundabout to a small saloon just before a single lane section of the by-pass. "Come on, get a move on!" I thought.But, no, he was sticking to the speed limit. I got closer and flashed my lights, trying to get him to go faster. But no, the closer I got the slower ...

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