The mud squished under Marcen's toes as he waited for the best fuck of his life. The grass and shrubbery rustled as Cade appeared a few feet away and Marcen's heart pounded. He had been waiting for this moment ever since he met the guy last weekend at Lavoi's Pub. His rosy cheeks were what drew Marcen in at first, along with his brilliantly coiffed blonde ha...
Lord Warford had a large mansion and it was like he was still living in the past with his man servants and a full complimentary all male staff, to comply with his leanings. The house and gardens, originally designed by Capability Brown were absolutely spot -on in culture and décor. He had a compliment of an avid and enthused staff who were happy to work for...
A 13th Century Tale from the Middle Ages. The story is about a man named Delbert, a woodsman by trade who lived on the edge of the forest in a humble cottage. At the age of 35 he still was not married and had no intentions of ever doing so valuing his independence and freedom. Delbert was a man's man, a loner who was happy cutting wood in the forest which...
Roger woke up one day and suddenly he was a 42 years old, boring, fat and stressed man, recently divorced and with a rebel 17 years old son that barely treats him as his father. Roger didn't know what life has done to his youthful, proud and cheerful spirit or his strong and great physic. That morning he just couldn't stop watching his face and body at the m...
Hey readers! Just wanted to give a major thanks to my new editor, Cruel2BKind, for making me reconsider some things and agreeing that my pacing sucks J This chapter has been really challenging, and I re-wrote it a few times to produce this. I hope you enjoy! ~PeterPanics * em>Faggot. I felt Gavin's cock pushing into me, filling every inch of space I had...
Looking back on the numerous things I have written about the wonderful times I shared with Badger in his rather luxurious allotment shed, one more memory came to mind. It was a one-of but something dear old Badger wanted to try during the time we were into role play. I thought I had him sussed in sharing his many fantasies and his lust. His fucks were alw...
You knew you wanted this. How warm his breath feels, coming in ragged gasps against the back of your neck. How strong his hands are, one twisted up and fisted in your hair, exposing your throat... how sweet his tongue feels against your skin as he's tasting the sweat glimmering in the moonlight. How blissfully forceful he is, giving you exactly what you nee...
The day of The Dance finally came. Actually, come to think of it, it was not a dance at all! It was just a huge party that was held annually at one of the mansions in the neighborhood and everyone was invited to it. Nobody knows when the exact date of The Dance was. Hell, none of us knew who the organizers were because the mansion where The Dance was held ha...
The genial rays of the setting Sun filtered through the canopy, illuminating Central Park in irregular splashes of golden rays with a tinge of green as it reflected off the surrounding verdancy. I took a deep breath of the humid air and could smell, among others, cedar and honeysuckle. I looked out and took in the majestic view of God's gift to Earth that sh...
"There's someone I want you to meet. Just as soon as he separates from the battle-ax." "The battle-ax?" Kyle Kendricks asked, a bit confused. He was standing with Trent Taylor at the opening of the Rodin exhibit at the Virginia Museum of Fine Arts in Richmond. Trent was the curator of the exhibit. He knew Kyle because both served on the board of the Rainbow...