First Stories

The master of the manor at Crowley, in Devon, England, of the 1880s, has a fetish for fourteen-year-old stable boys recruited from the fields. There's a new crop of them every year, and using a riding crop is another one of Sir Stanley's fetishes.

Michael has an ability letting him suck other boys with impunity. On his way home from his latest outing, he encounters four boys on the way to the beach. He decides they should take him along. It turns out a good decision for everyone involved. Note this story is strictly a gay fantasy with no redeeming qualities. It was written strictly tongue in cheek, and will offend many straight readers, and every single homophobe out there, LOL. It was so much fun to write, though.

Taking my older fuck buddy to the beach where random guys hookup and blow each other. Everyone involved sucked some cock and was covered in cum.

The roaring twenties in Australia! Miss Fisher and cast find true love!

An avid collector of young virgins makes another conquest

This story is based on my husband's experiences when he was a boy, as well as the lifestyle he and I have lived since our marriage in 2000. It is mostly true, although some parts are due to my "artistic license."