Wednesday, 23 April 2014
FREED FROM THE CHAINS OF DECEIT by J.S Morbius
Jason Morley is a man, who, for as long as he's been alive, has been living a lie. Even though he knew deep down that he was a gay male, he tried to convince himself he was straight, or at the very least bisexual. Although he'd had many relationships with women, it was only when thinking of the men of his fantasies he was able to perform. His deception ate at him.
A mysterious message appears in his inbox on a dating site, a message he had longed to receive but never thought he would, and his journey toward his true sexuality begins.
Wade Childs was the man who had sent the message. Like Jason, Wade was afraid to admit he was gay. Throwing caution to the wind in the hope of finally finding 'the one', the two men arranged to go on a date.
What followed for Jason was a week of uncertainty, nervousness, trepidation, and, as he prepared himself for his ultimate challenge, a whole new world of self-love discovery.
Could Jason really free himself from the chains of deceit that had bound him his entire life? Will he be able to embrace this his true self, true sexuality, in the pursuit of a real and happy future? Or, will he be trapped forever in a life he doesn't want to live, too scared to admit the truth to his family and friends...himself?
For years I'd tried to hide the fact I was gay, even going so far as to sleep with numerous women, but deep down I'd always known. The only way I could get hard, and enjoy the act of sexual intercourse with a woman, was by thinking of all the hot men I'd spent hours staring at over the Internet. And, it was down to one day on the Internet I finally found the courage to admit my sexuality.
I'd been lurking on gay, and even transsexual, chat sites for as long as I could remember. Lurking, not talking; just looking at pictures of hot bodies, hard cocks and tight asses, stroking my hard cock as I did, when, totally out of the blue, I received a message.
They were the only two words, there wasn’t even a picture, and at first I thought it was one of my mates winding me up, having somehow found out the secret I wouldn’t even admit to myself.
At first, I just stared at the two words, fear holding me immobile in its grasp, and too scared to respond. Closing my inbox, I stood up and walked away from the computer, yet those two words wouldn’t leave my mind. The questions began to surface and flow through my thoughts like wildfire. What if it isn’t a wind-up? What if whoever sent it is genuine, and this is just the chance I’ve been waiting for?
Glancing back to the screen glowing brightly at me from across the room, I hesitated, wondering what would happen if I responded to the anonymous message. Lost in the thoughts of possibly meeting someone over the Internet, I stared back at the computer screen the image of the hot, naked, blonde Adonis on the screen, his cock shaved and hard, staring back at me, smiling, teasing and goading me back to the computer. I was unable to resist the look in his eye and the perceived innuendo in his body language.
Slowly, I walked back across the room, the hardness of my cock pushing against the material of my trousers. Once I sat down, I re-opened the message, the hesitation and fear I’d felt before making me very nervous. I read the two words of the message over and over. Before I knew it, I found myself typing, responding to the message left for me.
Hitting send, and holding my breath, I waited a single brief moment before I panicked. What the fuck am I doing? I reached out to flip the power switch, blowing out the breath in my lungs in a rush. Before I could shut down the computer, though, another message appeared.
Hi, thought you were ignoring me. Sorry if I shocked you with my message.
No, it’s okay. I mean, yes, I was shocked but... I typed rapidly, my fingers dancing over the keyboard, the words coming out before I had a chance to really think about what I was writing.
Hope you don’t mind me messaging you. The mysterious person typed. It’s just, after seeing your profile pic, I felt I had to get to know you. Odd, I know, but something wouldn’t let me walk away and close down my computer before I’d taken a chance. I mean, I've nothing to lose, right? I figured the worst that could happen would be you telling me to bugger off, right?
I couldn’t believe what I was reading. The picture I'd used was a self-shot taken one night when I was drunk, and showed me standing in front of a mirror, fully naked, my hand wrapped around the shaft of my hard cock. I'd meant to change it numerous times, but had never got around to taking a sensible one, and good pictures of me were as rare as rocking horse shit; they just didn’t exist.
My name’s Wade, by the way. The next message pinged through before I had a chance to thank him for liking my picture.
Curiosity nagged at my insides and I began to type. I needed to know more.
Hi Wade, it’s great to meet you. How come you haven’t got a real profile pic? I mean, I assume that isn’t really you, is it?
No, it’s not me. And, because I am not as brave as you for one thing, he responded. For another, I don’t rate myself that much, to be honest.
I’d love to see a picture of you. I’d much prefer to have an idea who I'm talking to. For all I know, you could be anyone.
Okay, I guess so. Give me five minutes, your email address, and I’ll send you one, but you have to promise you’ll never show anyone else.
You can trust me. Promise. I typed in the information and then sat back in my chair, my imagination running wild. Excitement made my hands shake and blood rush through my body. I wondered what he really looked like. Was he like the hot, muscle-bound model I’d been viewing earlier, or, like me – fit but not much to look at?
Okay, I’ll be back soon.
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Tuesday, 22 April 2014
Waking with you
With my arm wrapped around you I pull you closer, your soft skin against mine and inhale the lingering aroma of your perfume. Lightly I kiss you at the base of your neck, and feel my cock begin to stiffen beneath the sheets.
Murmuring quietly you ease back against me and part your thighs slightly, so my semi-hard cock nestles against the curves of your ass, causing me to harden fully. Lightly I brush my hand over your breasts and I feel your dark nipples stiffen to my touch instantly. Gently I pinch each one in turn and as I do you ease your thighs a little further apart, and push back against my hardness, until the tip of my cock brushes your slightly parted lips.
Slowly I move my hips forward and, as I do, I feel your soft fingers on my shaft guiding me. Easing my hardness deep in to your warm pussy I stop when my balls press against your ass. Holding you tighter I brush my lips over your smooth skin and kiss you lightly numerous times and, as our bodies melt in to one, we begin to make love slower and with more passion than ever.
Friday, 18 April 2014
I know re-enacting scenes was how we spent the weekends but if It had been my choice to pick a scene from the Spartacus TV show we would have been sweating, not because we were trudging up this fucking hill, dressed as fucking Roman slaves, in one hundred degree heat but because we'd spent the afternoon training, in readiness for the games of the arena, then heading back to where we were held captive and sucking and fucking until none of us had any more to give, before we collapsed in a tangled mass of nakedness, sweat and the stench of sex.
Tuesday, 15 April 2014
It's Tuesday and that m means it's time for me to tease and tantalize you with one image and 200 words. Hopefully you enjoy my offering and follow the accompanying link to see what all my other wonderful friends have for you this week.
I found the mirror when I was cleaning out the attic not long after moving in and, at first, didn't think anything of it. To be honest I was surprised it was in such good condition, considering it had been buried under piles of boxes and old clothes. The frame seemed to be perfect, with no scuffs or scratches, which I could see in the darkness and the glass looked to be immaculate.
Carefully I took it down to my bedroom and placed it at the foot of my bed, before running my fingers along the dusty edges of the finally crafted wood. Unfortunately the frame wasn't as perfect as I thought, and I caught my finger on a jagged splinter sticking out of the back.
As I snatched my hand away a drop of blood fell on to the face of the mirror, yet before I could get a cloth to clean it off the blood vanished before my eyes. Stunned I moved my face toward the glass, and suddenly got the feeling I was being watched.
Unable to avert my gaze the urge to strip out of my clothes suddenly became overwhelming and I quickly found myself staring at my naked form, my hand wrapped lightly around my hard shaft.
Saturday, 12 April 2014
As I walked into the bathroom,naked, for a bath I found myself staring down at some woman I had never seen before in my life asleep on the edge of my oval bath. Grabbing one of the towels from the bath-rail I quickly wrapped it around my waist and, unsure who she was or how she had come to be in my bathroom, I stood there for a few seconds just staring.
Her long red hair hung down the side of the bath, her dress was sodden and filthy, her bare arms were absolutely caked in mud and her make up was badly smudged and looked just as it would if she had been crying uncontrollably.
Stepping forward I placed two fingers against her neck and was relieved when I felt a fairly strong pulse, at least she wasn't dead. As I wondered whether to try and wake her or phone the police a sudden gust of cold air whipped around my back and I spun around, the bathroom window was open. Well at least I know how she got in.
Deciding that calling the police was the only logical step I began to back out of the bathroom, before realizing that trying to explain to the cops about the unconscious, filthy, bedraggled woman that I didn't know, in my bathroom, would look pretty suspicious I changed my mind.
Lightly I placed my hand on her shoulder, shook her gently and then stepped back as she moaned and her eyes began to flicker open.
“Please don't hurt me,” she whimpered as she saw me standing over her. “I'm sorry but your window was open and it was either climb in or...”
“Hey just calm down, no-one is going to hurt you.” I told her, taking a couple of steps back, “but who the fuck are you?”
“T-T-Tara and t-t-that's what h-h-he said, just before he t-t-tried ripping my dress off and c-c-c-calling me all the evil names he could.”
“That's what who said?”
“Him, t-t-the reason why I'm in y-y-your bathroom.”
“Well who was he? Do you know his name? We should call the police.”
“N-No, no p-p-police they will be no h-h-help.”
“Of course they will.”
“No they w-w-won't they never h-h-have been.”
“Has this happened before then?”
“Yes, a f-f-few times.”
Tara slowly started to calm down, her stammering easing and she went to sit up but as she did her breasts fell from her ripped top. Quickly she crossed her arms, hiding the most perfect pair of tits I had ever seen, before lifting her knees and perching precariously on the edge of the bath tub.
To hide her embarrassment, as well as my rapidly hardening cock, I turned my back on her.
“Look Tara I was going to have a bath but you need one more than I do,” I told her beginning to walk out of the bathroom. “You fill the tub and have a bath and I shall find you something to wear.”
“Are you s-sure mister?”
“Wouldn't have said it if I wasn't and the name's Jeff by the way.”
Before Tara could say another word I walked out of the bathroom, back to my bedroom and dug out an old pair of joggers and t-shirt, both of which would probably be miles too big for her before heading to the kitchen.
Flicking the kettle on I sat at the breakfast bar and wondered who had attacked her and, more to the point, why. I figured that she would be a real stunner when she was all cleaned up and the dress she had been wearing didn't look cheap. Maybe she'll talk more once she's freshened up.
I made my coffee and had almost finished it when Tara suddenly called from the bathroom.
“Have you got a towel and those clothes you said you'd look for Jeff?”
“Sure hang on.”
Putting my cup down I went and got the clothes I had found, as well as a fresh towel, before walking towards the bathroom. Noticing the door was slightly ajar I tapped, to let her know I was there and to cover up but as I did the door opened a little too much.
Before I could avert my eyes I saw Tara climbing out of the bath and stood transfixed not to mention in a state of shock because, not only did she look as stunning as I thought she would once she was cleaned up, she also had one of the best looking cocks I had ever seen.