Erotic Fiction

  As I walked through the door, he grabbed me and turned me around. "Shut the door and take off your clothes, boy, " he ordered. As I shut the door and began to undress, he told me that I was not to speak unless told to do so and that I should realize that he was in full control. I nervously continued to remove my clothes wondering what was to follow. I had never allowed myself to completely submit to anyone before, and I was more than a little apprehensive. "Bend over, " he said as soon as my underwear hit the floor. "Very nice, " he whispered while rubbing my upraised ass. "Now stand up and put your hands behind you!" I placed my hands behind me and he quickly placed on the leather cuffs. This was quickly followed by placing a collar around my neck. He turned me around and led me over to the love seat. He sat down and commanded me to kneel. "I know that you have little experience at this, so I will try to be accommodating, " he said ...

The sound of the clanging of the doors was very ominous, like a final shutting of the gates of hell. Of course I deserved my punishment, but being shut away amongst all these hardened criminals? Would I survive? Effectively I was booked in, sort of like a really bad hotel. My ID was checked and I was led away. In another room I was given a parcel of   clothes and toiletries and told to get undressed and showered before putting on the prison garb. There were 6 of us being ushered through at the same time but there were only 4 showers. I ended up sharing a cubicle with a rather cute guy. We both tentatively stepped under the hot water and started to soap ourselves down. Looking down it was obvious that he was rather enjoying the experience as his cock started to harden, as was mine. Then we were ordered out of the showers and told to get dressed. I rather hoped we would end up in the same cell. Our street clothes were boxed up and taken away while we were led deep into the he...

I moved into the flat with James about 4 years ago now. James is straight., early 20’s and hot as fuck. We have our own rooms and often bring people back. I always try to be discreet. I will usher pickups straight into my bedroom. James does the same with girls he brings back. We say hello as they come in and goodbye when they leave. Sometimes it gets quite confusing. We are both single and play the field. But of course this bloody virus has stopped all that. Lockdown is seriously frustrating for us both and I know that he, like me, is getting bored with wanks. The other day he was in the bathroom having a shower. I needed to pee but he seemed to be taking forever so I knocked on the door and asked how long he would be. ‘A while yet. Do you need the loo?’ ‘Yeah, I’m desperate for a piss’ ‘Oh well just come in. I don’t mind’ Our bathroom is quite compact, the toilet is opposite the open shower cabinet so I could immediately see that James was mid wank. ‘Oh, sorry, I will...

Welsh Male Choirs and Gay Sex are not often used in the same sentence – or the same story for that matter. Well except this one! I was born and raised in the Welsh valleys. I had sung from an early age as did my father and his father. Singing was in my blood and I eventually went to music college in Cardiff. At college I came out as gay and enjoyed a few years of uninterrupted sexual exploration and lots of fun. When I graduated, I stayed on to do my Masters in music while putting the feelers out to do more solo singing and also to conduct choirs – something I had picked up in college and really enjoyed. Being in Wales, the land of song, I had plenty of interest in my services as a musical maestro. Fairly quickly, I was engaged by a male choir who were in desperate need of a conductor. They were a friendly bunch of guys who welcomed my youthful and enthusiastic approach. It was with this choir that we decided to try our hand at a choral competition in London. On the mor...

I have a bad back and my regular visits to a sauna helps relieve the pain when it gets too bad. The heat, either dry or steam, seems to relax my muscles and allow me to stretch out again for a few days. The one I usually go to is a nice ramshackle affair in a converted town house, three floors of various facilities for gentlemen of all persuasions. On arrival I pick up my towel from reception and head for the lockers where I get undressed and, with my towel wrapped round my waits, head for the showers. Newly cleansed I invariably go into the hot room, the dry sauna to get thoroughly warmed through. On this occasion there were a couple of other guys already sprawled across the slatted benches, towels almost covering their crotches. Both looked up as I entered and one immediately got up and left to wander through the rest of the facilities. I settled down on a spare bench, deliberately positioned so I could see the other guy on a lower bench. I moved my towel so it was betwe...

Sometimes a sub knows exactly what he wants. Spiros was one such boy. He was straight and we chatted briefly but deeply about how he wanted the session to go. In essence he wanted complete anonymity, no marks but anything else I wanted to do he was willing to try. He turned up on time and I opened the door to let him in. “Face to the wall!” He was immediately obedient. Black, toned and about 6 feet tall his close fitting clothes showed off his body. I hooded and collared him. His shirt was taken off over his head and his hands cuffed and clipped to the collar. This was the most awkward part over. I turned him round and could immediately see he was hard, even through his baggy jeans. His back was against the wall so I was able to remove his shoes and socks without him falling over. On my knees my face was level with his crotch and his bulge was getting bigger. I unzipped his jeans, his hardening cock pushed against his pants and I could see a dribble of pre-cum darkening t...

I write novels in reality but, bills have to be paid so I am forced to do bar shifts at the local Weatherspoons. The dross that stumbles through the door barely warrants a second look but this one guy, Martin was somehow different. He was definitely straight. His string of girlfriends and an ex wife were testament to his heterosexuality. That said, he was less stand offish than the average punter and would often stand and talk to me when the bar was quiet. One day I was doing the late shift, clocking off after 11pm. As I left the bar he was lurking outside, ostensibly having a last fag before he set off home. I stopped and chatted and suddenly had this idea that he could maybe help me with a storyline I was stuck on in my latest attempt at publishable fiction. ‘Do you want a coffee?’ I asked, fully expecting him to mumble an excuse that he had to get home. But he said yes and we ambled companionably back to my flat, a convenient 10 minutes away. He sat down and made himself c...

I was really pissed off. I had arranged to meet this really cute guy in a bar off Leicester Square. I turned up, had a couple of drinks and waited for him. He arrived fashionably 10 minutes late. We had a nice chat and a couple of drinks but then he just upped and left me with unfulfilled urges! I wandered out into the summer evening resolved to going home to my lonely bed. It’s funny how things turn out when you least expect it. I stood at the bus stop and this older black guy came and stood next to me. After a couple of minutes he offered me a cigarette. I had given up a couple of months previously but, frustrated, I succumbed and there I was back smoking again. We got chatting and, as we got on the same bus, ended up on the upper deck together. He asked if I wanted to go back to his. Still feeling horny and frustrated I said yes. We got off a few stops before my usual stop. As we walked to his flat he mentioned that he had a young flat mate who would very much like me. Was I b...

George and I had known each other since high school. We had sat next to each other in several classes. In games I had noticed that he was well hung for his, our, age but shyly had never done anything about it. When we left school we drifted apart somewhat until one day we bumped into each other in town. After the usual pleasantries he suggested we meet up again soon. I had taken to going to the local swimming pool for an evening adults’ session most weeks so I suggested he come along. He had beefed up a bit since the last time I saw him so I assumed he probably went to a gym. When my next scheduled session came along there he was waiting outside the pool entrance for me, a rolled up towel under his arm. We paid our entrance fee and he followed me into the changing rooms. Normally I would have just got changed in the communal area, it was often an opportunity to get an eyeful of some of the hunky guys stripping off and wandering into the showers. But this time I led George i...

I was studying for a therapy qualification, a fall back for when my various other streams of revenue went quiet. I had plenty of female friends who were willing to let me practice various techniques on them but massage, full body massage, was a bit too intimate for them and, to be honest, I preferred running my trainee hands over a naked male body, if given the choice. If nothing else it topped up my wank bank. My 3 o’clock was right on time. A nice tall, slim-ish guy of about 20. He told me he was nervous but he had skipped out of going shopping with his girlfriend and needed de-stressing. I showed him up to my bedroom where I had laid out my oils and towels. The curtains were drawn and the light was down low. I had a nice candle burning and thought the whole thing was very relaxing. I explained that he should get undressed and lay face down on the towel while I went and washed up and changed into just my shorts. On my return I was pleased to see he had followed my instructi...