The Chamber
by Kid Crowbar
[Illustration by TITUS]
Bound & Gagged Sep-Oct 1999
Mike groaned as a drop of precum rolled down his cock.
Scott pushed the auto-zoom button on the video camera to get a close up
shot of Mike’s leaking cock. At first he thought it was sweat, but the zoom lens
clearly showed the young stud was oozing precum. Scott chuckled softly. This
tape was definitely going into his permanent collection. To show his
appreciation, he gave a strong tug on the leash he held in his right hand. The
tug traveled along the leather leash to the custom-fitted ball
separator/stretcher he’d locked around Mike’s nuts before breakfast. Mike was
struggling to lift his chin above the bar when he felt the pull in his balls,
and rewarded Scott with a low groan.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
THE LEATHER MERCHANTS
By Peter Newman
(Cummin’Up.Vol2.No1.1990)
The boss was a wimp. I could tell that the moment I saw him. Oh, I don't mean
the owner of the Leather Shop where I applied for work as a salesman, he was a
big beefy guy, Ralph was. But the store manager, Freddie, was skinny, balding,
meek and mild mannered. I guessed he was the manager because he didn't have the
guts to meet the public and try to sell them the merchandise. Probably good with
figures or maybe he was even Ralph's sissy nephew. Anyway, I was on probation,
and he was the one I had to answer to, so I was determined to do the best I
could.
By Peter Newman
(Cummin’Up.Vol2.No1.1990)
The boss was a wimp. I could tell that the moment I saw him. Oh, I don't mean
the owner of the Leather Shop where I applied for work as a salesman, he was a
big beefy guy, Ralph was. But the store manager, Freddie, was skinny, balding,
meek and mild mannered. I guessed he was the manager because he didn't have the
guts to meet the public and try to sell them the merchandise. Probably good with
figures or maybe he was even Ralph's sissy nephew. Anyway, I was on probation,
and he was the one I had to answer to, so I was determined to do the best I
could.
FRIDAY
FRIDAY
By Jerry Blask
(Cummin’Up.Vol2.No1.1990)
It wasn't a bad job as jobs go. Trouble is, sometimes it went too far. As the
boss's assistant I got a pretty good salary, but I also got blamed for anything
that went wrong, even if it wasn't my fault. Okay, so the boss needed a
scapegoat, and he was willing to pay for one. I could understand the pressure
the guy was under having to constantly tiptoe his way through the mine fields of
big business. By the time Friday came around, he was about ready to explode.
By Jerry Blask
(Cummin’Up.Vol2.No1.1990)
It wasn't a bad job as jobs go. Trouble is, sometimes it went too far. As the
boss's assistant I got a pretty good salary, but I also got blamed for anything
that went wrong, even if it wasn't my fault. Okay, so the boss needed a
scapegoat, and he was willing to pay for one. I could understand the pressure
the guy was under having to constantly tiptoe his way through the mine fields of
big business. By the time Friday came around, he was about ready to explode.
I AM.....
I'm the hand that writes verses
I am mind that transcends senses
I'm reading words that give life to your desires
I am the mischievous smile that looks through your lips.
I am mind that transcends senses
I'm reading words that give life to your desires
I am the mischievous smile that looks through your lips.
I am the eyes that know me want to read me
I am the pulse and beat of your heart strong
I am passing blood flow through your veins
I am the desire and love me crazy.
I am the pulse and beat of your heart strong
I am passing blood flow through your veins
I am the desire and love me crazy.
I am your body is concerned and wants to own me
I am body straight in your mouth, full of passion
I am passing your tongue on my belly
I am the invitation to go in and out a thousand times more.
I am body straight in your mouth, full of passion
I am passing your tongue on my belly
I am the invitation to go in and out a thousand times more.
I'm the one looking in each poem
I am the dispute, the erotic and the exotic
I am the magic and fantasy
I'm just that a poetic verse and nothing else.
I am the dispute, the erotic and the exotic
I am the magic and fantasy
I'm just that a poetic verse and nothing else.
I'm the most beautiful dream ...!
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The Next Last Step
The Next Last Step
This was written about a love I held for a guy for a very long time. It was a time where we kinda got closer and closer until... Yeah...
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I keep thinking
And maybe wishing
I could take the last next step
But your liquid blue eyes
Stop me in my tracks
I reach out my hand
And snatch it back again
Too scared, too scared
Of your rejection
Too soon, yet, too soon
To give it a try
I keep thinking
And maybe wishing
I could take the last next step
But your liquid blue eyes
Stop me in my tracks
If I spill my guts
Don't hold it against me
It's too hard, too hard love
To keep it inside
I fight, I fight
To be there for you
I keep thinking
And maybe wishing
I could take the last next step
But your liquid blue eyes
Stop me in my tracks
I wanna be there for you
But for me too
I wanna make me and you
Us
I wanna be there for you
But for me too
I wanna make me and you
Us....
I keep thinking (I wanna be there for you
And maybe wishing
I could take the last next step (I wanna make me and you)
But your liquid blue eyes
Stop me in my tracks (Us....)
Monday, December 6, 2010
Night Before Sexmas
Night Before Sexmas
Twas the night before Christmas, and God it was neat,
The kids were both gone, and my wife was in heat.
The doors were all bolted, and the phone off the hook,
It was time for some nooky, by hook or by crook.
Momma in her teddy, and I in the nude,
Had just hit the bedroom and reached for the lube.
When out on the lawn there arose such a cry,
That I lost my boner and poor momma went dry.
Up to the window I sprang like an elf,
Tore back the shade while she played with herself.
The moon on the crest of the snowman we'd built,
Showed a broom up his ass, clean up to the hilt.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a rusty old sleigh and eight mangy reindeer.
With a fat little driver half out of his sled,
A sock in his ear, and a bra on his head.
Sure as I'm speaking, he was as high as a kite,
And he yelled to his team, but it didn't sound right.
Whoa Shithead, whoa Asshole, whoa Stupid, whoa Putz,
Either slow down this rig or I'll cut off your nuts.
Look out for the lamp post, and don't hit the tree,
Quit shaking the sleigh, 'cause I gotta go pee.
They cleared the old lamp post, the tree got a rub,
Just as Santa leaned out and threw up on my shrub.
And then from the roof we heard such a clatter,
As each little reindeer now emptied his bladder.
I was donning my jacket to cover my ass,
When down the chimney Santa came with a crash.
His suit was all smelly with perfume galore,
He looked like a bum and he smelled like a whore.
"That was some brothel," he said with a smile,
"The reindeer are pooped, and I'll just stay here awhile."
He walked to the kitchen, himself poured a drink,
Then whipped out his pecker and pissed in the sink.
I started to laugh, my wife smiled with glee,
The old boy was hung nearly down to his knee.
Back in the den, Santa reached in his sack,
But his toys were all gone, and some new things were packed.
The first thing he found was a pair of false tits,
The next was a handgun with a penis that spits.
A box filled with condoms was Santa's next find,
And a six pack of panties, the edible kind.
A bra without nipples, a penis extension,
And several other things that I shouldn't even mention.
A fuck ring, a G-string, and all types of oil,
A dildo so long, it lay in a coil.
"This stuff ain't for kids, Mrs. Santa will shit.
So I'll leave 'em here, and then I'll just split."
He filled every stocking and then took his leave,
With one tiny butt plug tucked under his sleeve.
He sprang to his sleigh, but his feet were like lead,
Thus he fell on his ass and broke wind instead.
In time he was seated, took the reigns of his hitch,
Saying, "Take me home Rudolph, this nights been a BITCH!"
The sleigh was near gone when we heard Santa shout
"The best thing about sex is that it never wears out!"
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Oldies too are enjoyable.-SEX WITH DADDY
I don't know now, to which extent you people love to have sex with males. I take it as it comes to me. It always depends upon the guy I am having sex with. When I was in my teens, I always loved to wear shorts (I still wear shorts at home). At that time I was quite good looking and smart and got attracted to my friends and elder males too. In fact I started enjoying the advances after attaining my puberty, when I was around 15/16 years of age. Guys started putting their hands on my smooth thighs and caressing with their fingers and palm, which always exited me. But I have been choosy, and if I did not like the guy I would move away from him. I only allowed those who appealed to me.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
The Learning Curve
The Learning Curve
By Les Lea
By Les Lea
The young lad coughed and spluttered and was on the edge of panic as the cock thrust once more deep into his throat. Naked, terrified and alone, apart from the owner of the thrusting cock, he was powerless to do anything other than learn to accept his fate.
With his hands fastened behind his back and leather straps attached to both his ankles and wrists, he knew that whatever was happening to him he had to learn to come to terms with quickly as he was sure the straps hadn’t been attached for ornamental use. Again he coughed and spluttered and tried to pull away from the invading piece of man-flesh but the hands gripping the back of his head made movement almost impossible. He so desperately wanted to bite, and bite as hard as he could into his monstrous assailant, but the threat of the dire consequences should that happen made him try and shove such thoughts to the back of his mind and attempt to do what he was being made to do – take a thick, long cock deep down his throat. He continued to gag as the dick pushed again to the back of his raw gullet and his head was held tight as he thrashed around desperate for release. The pressure on the back of his head was lessened and he pulled off the spit-slicked
With his hands fastened behind his back and leather straps attached to both his ankles and wrists, he knew that whatever was happening to him he had to learn to come to terms with quickly as he was sure the straps hadn’t been attached for ornamental use. Again he coughed and spluttered and tried to pull away from the invading piece of man-flesh but the hands gripping the back of his head made movement almost impossible. He so desperately wanted to bite, and bite as hard as he could into his monstrous assailant, but the threat of the dire consequences should that happen made him try and shove such thoughts to the back of his mind and attempt to do what he was being made to do – take a thick, long cock deep down his throat. He continued to gag as the dick pushed again to the back of his raw gullet and his head was held tight as he thrashed around desperate for release. The pressure on the back of his head was lessened and he pulled off the spit-slicked
The Kegel Kid
The Kegel Kid
By Les Lea
By Les Lea
“Jesus John… don’t grip my dick so tightly.”
“Sorry Mister…”
“Nooo… you don’t have to be sorry… just relax those arse muscles of yours... just a bit. Mmmm. Now tighten them again as I push back… Ooohhhh… yer that’s it… nice and tight.”
John was pleased with the reaction from his latest client. Just over 30 minutes ago he was sucking the guy off in the toilets on the top floor of one of the city’s main department stores and now he was in a penthouse apartment overlooking that self same city.
“Sorry Mister…”
“Nooo… you don’t have to be sorry… just relax those arse muscles of yours... just a bit. Mmmm. Now tighten them again as I push back… Ooohhhh… yer that’s it… nice and tight.”
John was pleased with the reaction from his latest client. Just over 30 minutes ago he was sucking the guy off in the toilets on the top floor of one of the city’s main department stores and now he was in a penthouse apartment overlooking that self same city.
Monday, November 29, 2010
With my Brother Best Friend...!
posted by: samrun
With my Brother Best Friend...!
Hi there................!!!!!!!!
This is a story about my maybe 7th encounter with the shock of my life
but a pleasant one...........
Its was on 20th Dec.2005.
His name is Vinnie......... Vinnie and my elder brother were friends
since school and then, Vinnie moved to Indore for his further studies....
With my Brother Best Friend...!
Hi there................!!!!!!!!
This is a story about my maybe 7th encounter with the shock of my life
but a pleasant one...........
Its was on 20th Dec.2005.
His name is Vinnie......... Vinnie and my elder brother were friends
since school and then, Vinnie moved to Indore for his further studies....
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Sex in Storeroom
posted by: karan
Sex in Storeroom
Mere HSC ka result lagne ke baad,maina FYBCOM ke liya ek coaching
class join kiya..waha ke ek staff member ke saath mere baath huee.unka
naam vaibhav tha...unkee age karreban 30-31 hoge..unmarried tha..gora
rang..gud face n a moustache too..dikhana main to woh bilkul straight
guy lag raha tha...par woh nahee tha..yeh baat muja badma maloom
padee..jab mera uska saath sex encounter hua...
Mera classes abb shuru ho gaya tha...
Sex in Storeroom
Mere HSC ka result lagne ke baad,maina FYBCOM ke liya ek coaching
class join kiya..waha ke ek staff member ke saath mere baath huee.unka
naam vaibhav tha...unkee age karreban 30-31 hoge..unmarried tha..gora
rang..gud face n a moustache too..dikhana main to woh bilkul straight
guy lag raha tha...par woh nahee tha..yeh baat muja badma maloom
padee..jab mera uska saath sex encounter hua...
Mera classes abb shuru ho gaya tha...
Friday, November 26, 2010
Friday
FRIDAY By Jerry Blask (Cummin’Up.Vol2.No1.1990) It wasn't a bad job as jobs go. Trouble is, sometimes it went too far. As the boss's assistant I got a pretty good salary, but I also got blamed for anything that went wrong, even if it wasn't my fault. Okay, so the boss needed a scapegoat, and he was willing to pay for one. I could understand the pressure the guy was under having to constantly tiptoe his way through the mine fields of big business. By the time Friday came around, he was about ready to explode.
Thursday, November 25, 2010
A Real Man
A REAL MAN By Jeffrey Taggert (Cummin’Up.Vol2.No1.1990) I was nervous as shit as I sat in the fraternity house office and talked to a sleek haired college guy named Brandon. Brandon looked terribly upper crust as he deigned to interview me regarding my entrance — or lack of it —into the august organization that my father had insisted I get into. I did a lot of things to please my father, like going to this dumb college in the first place, and trying out for the fraternity he'd belonged to in the second place.
Dhoni ne dho dala
[The story is written in Hin-glish. That’s a mixture of Hindi and English. It’s fictitious to some extent. Readers are forewarned that the story contains sexual contents which might not suite their tastes. So, read further only if you think you are able to handle it.]
Pehle mera kuch description ho jaaye? I’m a bi-sexual, versatile guy. I’m in my final year of engineering. 22 yrs old aur 5’9” tall hoon. Wt. 65 kgs, waist 30”, rang-na zyada gora na zyada kaala (jaise avg. Indians k hote he yaar), baal-kaale, aankhen- shararti, pout lips with a smile lingering on them & I maintain a beard on my chin with a goatee. I hit the gym regularly, so achhi body ban chuki he aur main avg. hairy hoon.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Anal Audition
ANAL AUDITION By Jerry Blask (Cummin’Up.Vol1.No3.1989) My actors' agency is basically a big one room office, very cluttered, located on the second floor of an old building that's not exactly in the heart of Hollywood (assuming, of course, that Hollywood has a heart), located over on Western Avenue, it's more like the crotch of Hollywood — but in my line of work, the crotch is where it's really at. The location and the surroundings might fool people not in the know, but the fact is, I'm a one man dynamo who gets things done for his clients — and who likes his clients to be very, very appreciative of my efforts on their behalf.
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