Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. * Day 2 - Morning Location: Hospital Drake wakes, at first not sure where he is. Then flashes of last night. The car. Fire. The chest. The strange man. He looked at both of his hands. "That chest better have something wonderful inside of it." His hands were wrapped up in medicine tape...
When I was 20...About a year ago...I went to friends family party that devolved into just a friend party; complete with drinking, games and smoking... Pretty fun party but it's late now. Most people at the party at this point are either asleep or leaving. I soon find myself in the houses finished basement. There's a couple of my friends and a couple of my...
"You look very nice today, Joanie," Mister B said to me as I climbed into his car. "Thank you," I replied, not even bothering trying to correct him yet again. My name is 'John' but since the day we met he has called me 'Joan' or 'Joanie.' He claims I misunderstand him due to his thick, southern accent, but I don't know, it sure sounds like 'Joanie' to me....
After fucking my hot Italian teammate, I felt on top of the world. But since Dario was exhausted, I told him that it was fine to head back to the dorm and rest for a couple hours. I then joined my teammates for lunch before heading to our afternoon workouts. Today, everyone in the group was much nicer to me, and both Juan and Michael let me work out with th...
Sam hit the floor hard, the cheap carpet burning his knees and the palms of his outstretched hands. The office was small and stank of stale liquor and cigar smoke. Sam gathered himself into a crouch, instinctively covering his nakedness. At twenty-four, Sam still had the lithe body of teenager, but benefited from the gentle chiseling bought with hours in the...
Clinton Malone and I had been best friends since middle school. We grew up next door to each other, so if we weren't with each other at my house we were over at his. Naturally, he got to know my family and I got to know his. That's how i knew Allan, he was Clinton's dad. I don't know if anyone could have been a better friend to me than Clinton, but Allan Mal...
These sheets feel so incredible. I'm glad I splurged and bought the expensive ones. I love how soft they feel against my skin. They're a little annoying to clean, but it's totally worth it. I just wish I had a better mattress. I've got to get a better one. It's a little soft, but these are the times when I need more give. Thank god he's finally in a rhythm...
Johnny laughed as he thrust his hips harder, letting Mason gag around his cock. "I'm sure Emma would love to see this," he said. "I bet she'd be interested to know --" Mason moaned around Johnny's cock and reached a hand down to cup himself through his sweats. He was desperately hard now, and he couldn't stop himself from rocking up against his own hand. Jo...
My neighborhood pal Dennis and I had grown up together, goading and daring each other into lots of stupid boy-type stuff. I recall one warm summer night while we were out riding bikes, I dared him to ride out to the lemon shed with his fly open and his dick hanging out. We just did stupid adolescent stuff like that as we were growing up. Anyway, after gradu...
Summary: White senior learns why his black teammate is so cocky. Notes: Somebody in the discussion board asked why all black guys were so convinced that everybody wanted their dick. I was inspired to answer. It's just a short story to rub one out to; no real character development. Maybe next time... * I remained slumped against my locker, marinating in m...