____________________________ | | /)| KRISTEN'S BOOKSHELF |(\ / )| DIRECTORIES |( \ __( (|____________________________|) )__ ((( \ \ > /_) ( \ < / / ))) (\\\ \ \_/ / \ \_/ / ///) \ / \ / \ _/ \_ / / / \ \ o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o The Bookshelf Directories offer a very wide variety of stories. o o They have been submitted by people from all over the world. Also o o from alt.sex.stories (Newsgroups). There is no particular order o o other than offering them to you in alphabetical directories. o o o o All works are copyrighted to the author and may not be used for o o profit without obtaining the author's permission in advance. o o o o Lest we forget!!! This story was produced as adult entertainment o o and should not be read by minors. o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o An encounter with Jonathan (MM, rom) by Karl C. (BBS (c) 1991) *** I have met three beautiful, slim, sweet-smelling boys, none of them a day over nineteen. Jonathan is wearing a leather jacket and black jeans; Steven has taken off his T-shirt and reveals a tanned, hairless chest and slender, sinuous arms. Keith has a camera. - 'Are you sure about this?' - 'Yes. Make love to me. The way we said. I will scream: ignore it.' Stephen picks up the long, light, straight cane we chose, and I bend over the table. Jonathan's hands hold my hair and shoulders; the scent of the leather jacket rushes to me. I feel Steven's hands reach around and brush my thigh; he pulls down the fly zip and then tugs my jeans and pants down to below my knees. My bottom feels a sudden chill of cold air, and the light pres-sure of the cane just at the anus. Steven is aiming the cane. The pressure stops and there is a pregnant pause. I hear a loud swish and the crack as the cane hits me. The pain comes an instant later. I gasp, but say nothing. The second stroke sears my bottom: the stick feels as though it were red hot. - 'Christ, oh Christ, stop it, stop it!' Jonathan tightens his grip on my hair and shoulders. At the third stroke I scream and for an instant I can't catch my breath. The fourth, fifth and sixth strokes are agony. Now, my backside is hot and throbbing, and a great tidal wave of pain ebbs and flows. The sting dies down, and the deep, pulsing tenderness is beautiful beyond words. Now the sensation changes. It is cold and firm: Steven's finger rubbing oil onto my anus. He steps quickly out of his jeans and I catch a glimpse of his nude, muscular body. His penis finds my sphincter and I bend my knees to admit him. Jonathan feels my pleasure and relaxes his grip; he scratches my head and strokes my back gently. As Stephen achieves rear entry, his pubic hair scratches my tender, red bottom. I reach out and rub Jonathan's erection through the stiff denim jeans. Miraculously, he grunts and a wet patch forms in his jeans at the same instant that Stephen climaxes. We remain joined together for perhaps a minute, panting, before Steven withdraws, and as I stand up an intense explosion of pain from my buttocks reminds me of the caning. There is a flash of light: Keith has photographed our indulgence. We begin to pose: Stephen holds the cane against my bottom for one picture, I kneel in T-shirt alone in another. We shall broadcast our love: we will digitize these pictures and distribute them, and anyone who wants us shall have us all. I slip my arm around Jonathan's waist and hug him closely. His thigh presses against my crotch, and he has a firm, eager erection again. I touch it, and my own desire becomes urgent passion. We kiss so hard that I feel his stubbly cheeks scratch my lips. His hair tangles in mine. - 'Jon, my gorgeous Jon, I love you. Lie down with me.' We kiss again. He lets me go, and puts Keith's hand onto Steven's crotch. - 'Will you two be happy together for a moment?' Jonathan and I go through to the bedroom. We hug and kiss and writhe and undress together. Before I have undressed completely, he has entered me...