My tongue reach out and caressed the underside of his large mushroom head. It jump in my mouth as I closed my lips tightly and felt something warm and salty-sweet dribbled over my tongue. Knowing there was no stopping this, I continue to to slide my mouth to his hardening shaft. I could feel the thick soft silky skin of his steel-hard man meat made me ache...
The blazing sun was relentless even though it wasn't quite noon, and as Curt Randall took off his cap to wipe the sweat off of his brow it was like he could hear the rays sizzling on his damp crew cut. Without the cap his skull would be as deeply reddish brown as much of his upper torso was. The shirt he was wearing, or rather the tattered remains of what o...
I hadn't spoken to Matt much for the next few days following our "hookup," We did work together (cooks in a restaurant) but he was first shift and I was second. Some times I would run into Matt when he was leaving work and I was getting there. My throat would always tighten up and my heart would start beating when I saw him, but I would always try to avoid e...
I have made some edits to all the stories so if you're seeing this you might want to read the others to make sense. Though if you're here for a fuckfest, continue reading! * Sleeping heavily, I woke up on Thursday ready for another fuck session. Realising that I hadn't had Callum in a while, I sent him a message. 'You know the test is tomorrow right?' Dr...
When Marshall opened his eyes, he found the bedroom to be sunnier than usual. What the hell? Why hadn't the alarm gone off at its normal time? He looked to Lee for answers, but the other side of the bed was empty. He felt the sheets. They were cool to the touch. Lee obviously hadn't slept in quite as much as he had. He rolled to a sitting position, set his...
Chapter 13 - A Killer Christmas. December 25, 1986 - 0325 I awoke In my burgundy pajamas refreshed, re-energized, and very hungry. I don't know how I got out of my clothes and into pajamas. I had a feeling Naser had something to do with it. There was a Polaroid photo on Tam's dresser mirror frame. I walked to the dresser, the photo it was a picture of m...
Brock Barry Peterson was the handsomest man I had ever seen. He was over six feet tall and had smooth clear skin, blue blue eyes and white white wavy hair. He was always impeccably dressed in expensive well-tailored suits, crisp ironed shirts, and tastefully colored ties. He wore a special cologne. I don't know what it was, but it was heady. Sitting across f...
(Content Warning: the end of this chapter mentions self-harm scars) "Barney? Barn, slow down for a sec'- Hey-" The mug was pried from his hands, and Savannah continued making the latte, having to wipe caramel off from the sides. "Why don't you stay up at the register, alright? Let me worry about making the orders. Would that work better for you?" Barna...
Thanks again to LarryInSeattle for his help editing. Nick and Jack and Loretta continue to get to know each other. Nick surrenders his ass for the first time, at least the first time to flesh and blood. Enjoy. Let me know what works and what doesn't. =========== They lay there, a tangle of slick flesh until the mosquitoes, drawn by all that warm sweat, f...
The prison baker was a convicted serial rapist and gay serial rapist and he'd been locked up a long time, I found out that like grandpa he was an old hand and knew how to get what he wanted and when he heard that I was available to drain balls, get fucked and suck he decided he'd get me when he delivered the daily bread to the quarters. Every day he rode a...