It wasn't the best job in the nation, but it was still a good job. Cliff would seldom expect to lift heavy boxes and drive forklifts for the rest of his life, but seeing as how discomfort never found a place in this particular environment, he never complained about his limited opportunities in the job market. The robust thirty-four-year-old man had spent the...
Thank you all for the comments to the First time (Pt.01), and those who took the time to send emails. It came as a bit of a shock to read all of those. I had started the second part, but unfortunately, I sometimes find it very difficult to write. It is not a natural skill I possess, and it does take me time. On top of that, all the praise was rather unforese...
The protagonist in this story, though an avid participant, intellectually, is physically a victim of a limited consent sex act, therefore, If you disapprove of limited consent stories DO NOT READ further. * * * I was standing at the urinal in a gas station one day, my sweats pulled part way down, when it occurred to me I should probably be in a stall if I...
Hi Naughty Readers! I am Gaston B., a single man in the mid-fifties. By the way sorry for the 'naughty' but am a very naughty guy as far as sex is concerned; may it be with guys or women. However, it was not always the same with men. In fact, I was born is a very conservative town, in a very conservative family. For my part I didn't mind gay people as long...
This is my first submission and I'm not sure where this is going. It's a project I've been working on when it pleases me. I finally decided to submit it as I find I write more often if there are other people who want me to continue a story. This is also my first erotic story, though I have yet to get to that part. Any comments on my writing, good or bad, wou...
His last shift at work had left Ryan completely drained. Not only that, but the weather was God awful. He had a coat, at least, but his jacket's hood did little to shield him from the heavy rain. That, along with his now soaked socks, was making the evening even peachier. A quick look over his shoulder told him he was alone. He briefly considered singing, b...
The following day, back at his usual post, Sam Stillwell was restless. He pondered all day whether he should go back to the gang's hangout. He was nervous. How would he be received without Devon? Would he be received without Devon? And he was nervous about going without Devon. Even though he knew Devon had no more control than he in the situation he woul...
James' jaw worked soundlessly as his roommate came towards him with a slight smile on his face. Realizing that his hands were still down his pants and that his finger was still pressed against his anus, he hastily pulled his hands up and away from himself, scrambling to cover his limp dick and the cum that was on his shirt. Dan smiled and shook his head as h...
This story was inspired by a song named Twist and Shout by Beatles. * Naked Jimmy lay on a comfy, but old sofa under a slightly itchy blanket. The TV was on, but it was just background noise for Jimmy who was totally spent after one day and two nights of nothing but sex, food and sleep. He could hear the splashing sounds Tom was making in the bath room whi...
When I finally turned 18, I was excited to be able to get into one of the adult theaters I saw lining the Interstates of Houston. My father's porn tapes and Penthouse magazines were starting to get stale for me. Having a chance to see something new was exciting. When I arrived at the theater, I was overcome with guilt and shame. I was watched by everyone w...