It was doomed from the start. We were fucked. Fucked by a cocky new civilian president and his naïve cabinet, fucked by the lack of resolve, and fucked by bad weather. You would have thought that someone would have taken lashing rain into account when putting this stupid invasion plan together. I was barely into the tree line up from the Bay of Pigs, not se...
Just as I opened the bathroom door, I heard Mike say, "Boy, make sure you sit down to take a piss. The last thing I need is you making a mess in there" before he began laughing to himself. "Fuck, I have to sit down like a girl to pee. At least Mike won't be watching the humiliating act," I thought to myself as I made my way to the toilet, bladder full of mo...
Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. Damon Reid vs Tristan Thomas *** Tristan entered his father's office after a quick dash to the bathroom, and sat down in the couch facing his father and Damon. He couldn't help but notice the way Damon's mouth was set in a grim line, jaw tense. Was he angry? Was he as confused as he was? One thing was clear though,...
The entrance to The Diogenes stood amidst the elite of London's Gentlemen Clubs but two minutes from Whitehall. Sandwiched between the Explorers and Cavalry the unnamed and unnumbered entrance presented nothing more than another marble portico in an already abundant forest. As I descended from the hansom the door opened miraculously as if by some invisible h...
All through high school, I'd been obsessed with rowing. It was my primary mode of exercise and the sport that I watched religiously. There was just one problem—I wasn't tall enough or strong enough to be much of a rower myself. At 5'5" and 130 pounds, I never grew into the man and rower that I hoped to be. Instead, I'd been relegated to the role of coxswain:...
"Havin' a good time with that there Double O calf, are you?" Cal looked up. The guy wasn't much older than he was. Some sort of half breed, but on him it looked good. Probably some Mexican in him. But not all that much, just enough to give him sultry dark looks, deep-tanned skin, more than the sun alone would do and more uniform too, and black, curly hair....
Here is my first attempt at a story. * * * * * "It's so hot!" I mumble to myself. I imagine eggs sunny side up in a frying pan sizzling away. Those damn commercials "this is your brain, this is your brain on drugs" (if no drugs are available, 105 degree heat will do just fine!). I'm stripped down to just my boxers, sprawled out on my bed, fan on full bl...
As I drove toward Sir Steve's home, the exhilaration of our first meeting played and replayed in my head - causing blood to fill what I had already come to think of as His cock. The growth cramped His large balls, and I fidgeted but resisted touching, as I had promised Sir Steve that I would not touch His private parts after showering for my visit. Recalling...
I used to keep journals, when I was a kid, but I stopped for a while. I never really liked it, I guess. I'm pretty sure my mom was reading it anyway, so it wasn't really a good place for my deepest, darkest secrets. It was just something that some parenting book my mom read suggested I do after my dad ran out on us. Now seems like a good time to start again...
He logged on to the chat room, hoping that he could fulfill his wanton desires. He was looking for one thing that would fulfill his inner most needs, make him whole again, take him to a higher level of enjoyment. He was looking for a cock to suck. As he looked around the chat room, he saw many folks that just didn’t seem to be what he was looking for. Some...