This is the true story of my first man-to-man sex. I had enlisted in the Navy, to get away from home and see what the world was about. Although I hadn't realized my feelings for the male sex at this time, the shower scene was always embarrassing. I would try my best to take a shower when no one else was around, shameful stirrings always tried to take over w...
While I was working in an empty apartment today a painter showed up to prep the walls. He was in his mid to late twenties. Short spikish dark hair with sideburns and a goatee. His lightly tanned muscular arms were covered in tattoos. He had a sleeveless shirt and loose boardshorts on, with leather flip flops. "Hey, how's it goin?" he asks, walking in the fr...
Comments and critiques are always welcome. Please do not forget to read the first chapter if you haven't already. ***** Round and round his fingertips went over the rim of the glass. His gaze was glued to the drink, going over what just happened a million times in his head. He couldn't get over it; neither could he tackle the awkwardness he'd created. The...
The relief I felt when he repositioned himself on top of me was short lived, as I gasped and grabbed onto the log bar of the double bed's headboard in the cabin when he thrust inside me again, hard, thick, deep, and resumed the slow, rhythmic mining of my channel. I'd never been done in reverse like this before, me stretched out on my belly, raised slightly...
"Tell me more." Mike said. "How big was his cock?" Tara moaned as he went down on her. Earlier in the evening the subject of past lovers had come up, and as reluctant as she was to share details, Mike had pressed, wanting to hear all about her past exploits. They had been going out for about a year now and she supposed the conversation was bound to happen...
After spending many, many hours reading, I have decided to write my own piece. This is my first story and I hope that you all enjoy it. Constructive criticism is welcomed and I do plan on further chapters to follow. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Nick Woods is 2...
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...
I was 18 and ready to move. I was on my own, and had to get through by any means possible. I hadn't seen my roommate, who was also the owner of the house, yet, but in our e-mail correspondence he seemed very nice. He was especially kind when I explained my situation. I was on my own at 18; I was crashing at a friend's house while I was getting a job. I fin...
I trudged down the sidewalk, shielding my face from the sandy wind. The wind was bad, but I'd been through much worse. I finally reached the barracks and went straight to my bunk. I threw my jacket and hat into my locker. My bunkmate, Bran (his last name), was passed out on the top, snoring away at 9 in the evening. Probably taking a post-work nap so that he...
Not a gun in sight as the lift doors opened on the floor below even though not a soul appeared as we moved along a corridor that could allow two Mack trucks to pass one another with ease. I was admitted to a lobby anti-room with a gold framed, ornate mirror and two hall chairs. "Please wait here!" The man with the headdress went through to a further space,...