"FUCK me Daddy," I screamed as my best friend pounded his erect meaty, throbbing cock into me. "Who knew you'd turn into such a cockwhore," he whispered behind my ear while mounting me from behind. At the mention of cockwhore, I thought about the lustful evil gay sin I was parting in. Before I could finish my thought, my mind drifted off into a state of eup...
Rumors were flying fast around work about him and Dean, and he didn't deny any of them, even the more ridiculous ones he heard. He smiled coyly when asked, nodded when people expected him to, and said nothing at all. Hugh stalked by his cubicle several times during the remainder of the week, talking loudly about how disgusted he was by two faced dicksucker...
"Yea, I know Ben, he looks fucking hot, but I tell you, he's a real prick. Any time I see him out at the Manatee or Charlie's or the Quest, he's dancing around like he thinks he's God's gift to lonely faggots. He says he an artist, which means he wasted three years getting a diploma at the College of Art and lives in a loft on Daddy's dime. He's pissed off e...
'At the station. Be there in 30.' You quickly text back to your friend, Chris, as the subway pulls to a stop. You step on and easily take a seat, as you're boarding at a stop at a parking garage outside the city. Driving in the city is still a bit intimidating, and you expect you'd get towed at some point over the weekend as the signs and regulations here ar...
The name's Michael. I'm an Irish boy from nowhere in particular, and the bright-red ponytail I wear is more than enough proof of that. I dress well enough when I need to; my work wardrobe usually consists of black wingtips, tight-fitting black slacks that are a little loose around the knees to allow for bending, and a dark solid button-down. I'm a relatively...
My name is Michael Charleston. I am a young black man living in New York City. I attend the state university and currently, I am taking up business administration. It's alright, I guess. The story that I'm about to tell you takes place during Spring Break of 2006. I had decided to hang out with my friends whom I hadn't seen in a long time. I'm referring of...
Chapter 1 "Now and For Ever" ***** Veranon stood before the mirror in a high collared silk shirt of deep lavender and an asymmetrical smile that perfectly matched his asymmetrical hair. Today, that hair was colored black with rich, burgundy ends that peeked through and around the midnight locks. His pants were snug, dark grey with a fine, black pinstripe a...
I stepped out of his closet into paradise. Color and light. Huge windows. Space. Bookshelves to the ceiling. Purple walls. Hec's bed looked like something out of Middle Earth-- a four poster made out of tree trunks. Its roots appeared to sprout from out of the floor, and vines carved and wound around the trucks from base to canopy and across. No mistaking...
Early the next morning, Tyler leisurely jerked his six and a half inch cock that was out of his pajama pants as he watched mediocre gay porn on his computer. He could tell from the pained look on the bottom's face that he was gay for pay. He usually avoided scenes like this, but he was feeling too lazy to find another one. He heard a knock on his bedroom doo...
Chapter Six - Cock Worship In my dream, Jim is smiling down at me from a great height. He watches as I futilely struggle to reach him. Suddenly, he appears right next to me, wearing his full leathers. Overjoyed to see him, I begin to caress his huge cock which quickly stiffens beneath my touch. Bizarrely, his hard cock transforms into a snake which slithers...