I love summer, sun, the beach, skimpy swimsuits and cock. I'd just received my latest swimsuit order: a shiny sky-blue lycra g-string with a micro pouch that barely contained my cock and balls and lifted them straight up and out. The back tapered from a tanga-style thong to a thin little strap designed to show off most of my brown pucker when I lay face-do...
It was nearly 3:00 PM on a Wednesday. The year was 2003. The place was Los Angeles. The city of angels. The city of dreams. The city of sin. Nicky Robinson stood outside of the tall downtown skyscraper. He was eighteen years old and he looked it. In fact, he looked very young for his age. His face was smooth and boyish and his sandy blonde hair only added t...
For the next four days heavy metal music filled most of Alex's waking hours. It was angry and loud and distorted. He skipped the occasional tracks on Spotify that attempted metal's version of compassion (Disturbed's cover of Sound of Silence in particular) and preferred songs with minimal lyrics. His head banged. His head avoided thought. To add to his mis...
I'm a swimmer, a male swimmer. I can do all the strokes. I can do the breast stroke, the back stroke, and the crawl. I do these all with my sexy body. I'm 19 years old, completely shaved, for competitions and am always wearing a hot red Speedo and matching swim cap. I always go to the gym to practice. All the ladies stare at my manhood in awe because of it...
Ted was up early Monday morning to email the proposal to the partners in New York. They would have time to look at it before the conference call. Once the conference call was completed, Ted was told to stay on the line. The partners applauded his work, suggested a few minor changes and told him to send it on to the prospect. After the call he emailed the pro...
This is a completed six-chapter story that will post within two weeks. ***** Nathan Thorne had just made his first decision since landing in Key West—to go with an Audi 4 convertible rental rather than the Mustang that everyone else in line was getting—not getting, actually, had gotten and had already been on their way in while Avis tried to track down an...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. *** Circa 1987 Michael and his new friend clinked tall glasses of iced lemonade. It was spiked. "You're 21," the older man said, "right?" "19." "Oh well, who's counting?" They drank. Both men were naked. They'd been naked at the beach and now, a mile or so further up the causeway,...
I had always thought that about the only thing you could do on a pool table was play pool, but the Taylor brothers went to great length and depth to teach me otherwise. I'd met the three brothers on the beach at Pataya, Thailand. Their family owned a hotel construction company and was making money hand over fist in throwing up fancy hotels in downtown Bangk...
After leaving the check-in counter I went straight to the flight gate. In the next row across from my seat I saw one of the guys from the hostel I'd been staying at in Bondi. He and his group has been on the beach all week chatting up every group of girl in sight. One of the guys had caught my eye with his sculptured build, shaved head, and perfect smile, of...
Ronald sat by the kitchen table opening, reading, and paying the utility bills on line via his Toshiba lap top. My partner of 10 years, since our first meeting at a San Francisco pride parade and co owner of the condominium preferred this to writing paper checks. I had just written and sealed a check for the mortgage payment. I can still recall that day ver...