I'm in Room 535. Hurry! he texted. Mitch set the door slightly ajar. He was waiting and pacing in the hotel room, waiting and pacing. He closed the curtains, turned out the lights, and checked the door. Still open a crack. Waiting for his Sweet Boy, Robbie, in the dark. The door opened slightly, sending a shaft of light into the room. "Dad? Are you there?...
Ch. 04 / Ass Wrecked As I walked to my car, I could feel the jism and possible poop oozing out of my wrecked ass-hole. Hank had stretched my rectum to extreme measures. I sat in the car, leaned back and closed my eyes as the images of the last hour raced through my mind. My legs were rubbery and my nipples were sore and my balls churned painfully from the...
Damien was a complicated man. He required things just so... he required control. He had to have complete control over his lover. He had to know that his lover depended on him for everything. He had to know that his lover worshiped him, just like he'd worship his lover. Damien was a flirty man on the outside, he didn't seem to have any serious relationships,...
Part Two: Stephen Stephen and I hadn't known each other for long: His parents had returned from abroad and he had transferred from his boarding school to my day school at the beginning of term. I had been appointed his mentor, to show him around and help him to settle in and over the next few weeks we got to know each other really well. One day, we had fini...
"Ahhh, that were very nice," I said with a deep, satisfied sigh, as I spilled my seed down Des's chin. We were in the boathouse on the lower lake, here because Des had wanted me to fuck him. But now we'd have to sit and talk for a bit, listening to the racing shells grind against the dock outside in the bit of a squall that had come up over Sandhurst. It wou...
"Man, don't you ever give up?" Dave asked in exasperation, removing Zane's hand from his basket and rising from the sofa and moving over to a stool by the bar. "No, Dave, I never give up. Not when there's something I want like I want you." "I should have known when you brought me up here and offered me all of that fine liquor. You just wanted to get me dru...
I woke up quietly to the soothing feeling of a soft back massage. Large strong fingers kneading my stiff shoulders and neck. The masseur must have felt me stir because the massaging slowed and I felt warm breath on my neck. "Good morning, stud" was whispered in my ear. Suddenly flashes of last night started rushing through my brain. A run-away river of ima...
Hi, I'm Steve, Sarah's father, what follows is a true story which occurred during a tour in Cyprus Whilst out for a walk one morning, having walked along the sea front, I planned to walk from the harbour towards the old town, needing a piss I stopped at the public toilet (a very rare commodity in Cyprus). Pissing down the hole they called a urinal, I heard...
The champion soccer player for the night, all decked out in his silks and his team-color knee-high socks, left his basement apartment in the old row house and strutted down St. Phillip and across Basin Street and North Rampart, into New Orleans' French Quarter. He held his head high, his chest out, his tight butt tucked in, and his basket thrusting out in fr...
Dinner was unusually quiet as I could tell my mother had something on her mind. After the table was cleared she told me she had heard something that really disturbed her. "Jimmy, I spoke with a woman today who lives in the complex and she told me.......oh god I almost can't say it. She told me you......have been seeing her husband and........" I hung my he...