Carl and Mark sat across from one another staring into the campfire. Each lost in his own thoughts, comfortable enough with one another to allow the silence to stretch out as the sun sank slowly over the tree tops. The disappearance of the sun did not take away the oppressive heat of a midsummer night in southern Mississippi. Carl watched sparks jump deep...
My alarm jolted me out of a sweet dream: I was lying on my stomach spread eagle, hands clenching my sheets. I'd almost come....I recalled the last image of the dream: I was balls deep in my ex, fucking her with all my strength. Dustin was hanging on my back riding me in my grudge fuck of my ex. I'd ride down into her; Dustin rode down into me....I swung out...
The False House I've spent the past year now sitting in the same chair, seeing the same slur of familiar faces and listening to the same old man remind us all about how much we've fucked up our lives. "But don't worry," he says, "there's still hope." The look of complete apathy we always wore would beg to differ—it's not like any of us chose to be here. I...
I put my bags down on the front step and the screen door banged closed behind me. The noise loud, in the early morning quiet of the still dark street. "Shit," I said under my breath, annoyed at the disturbance caused by the accidental slam I went back inside, grabbing my jacket and checking I hadn't left anything behind. No, I had everything I decided. Bu...
I was worn out from a hard weeks work, a week of hard labor for a business owner not used to heavy lifting etc. can be a strain. I needed a massage to relieve the kinks, but where do you find a place in this small town. That evening I was surfing' the net looking for some nasty fun when I came across a site for m-for-m massage. It was right up my alley, I co...
Sam awoke and groaned. His entire body was bruised and the coppery taste of blood swam in his mouth. He wanted to move but he was afraid of more pain and he figured that the longer he pretended unconsciousness, the longer he could escape his jailer’s attentions. He didn’t think he could survive another beating. “Is he awake yet?” A voice asked and he heard...
Danny was shirtless when I arrived at his house - still undecided on whether to wear a blue or white tank top to the concert. He was hot in every sense of the word. He was 6'2" and ripped from head to toe, the result of playing hockey his whole life. I was always jealous of him. My body, on the other hand, refused to grow taller than 5'8". And while I'm in...
Summary: Straight guy discovers the secret world of white submission. Note: Thanks to Tex Beethoven and Robert for editing this story. Black dominance: Accidental text It was a normal day; a normal boring day like every other day, when I got a text. Hungry for cock, cocksucker? I stared at it for a minute; it was from a number I didn't recognize. I tex...
I'm a 32-year old male, happily married, with a very satisfying sex life. When my wife and I are in bed together, we entertain each other with stories—fantasies and otherwise—about sexual escapades. We consider sharing fantasies to be nothing more than foreplay even though some of our ideas get pretty wild. I get turned on imagining watching her getting thor...
Danny and I met about five years ago quite by accident. But, fate has a way of doing many things that seem accidental. It was that fateful day five years ago when I attended a middle school function for my daughter Kristin. It was field day at the school. One of those end of year activities where the kids engage in competitions, both individually, and clas...