[Author's note: Arthur Deepuin and Digitalis (and the other characters mentioned) are from another body of work; I write these short stories for character development purposes, which is why characters who seem superfluous are mentioned. Also, Arthur belongs to a race called Andynes, who are humanoid with birdlike wings, and Digitalis is half Andyne, and half...
Slap...Slap...Slap. Every time he drove back in me, his hips smacked against my ass. Each time, he would pull out half his length, followed by another smack as he drive it back home. He wasn't jack hammering me, just giving it to me in a strong and steady rhythm, holding my hips with his big hands. It felt great, and at the same time, it hurt. Feeling great...
I board a train, going somewhere. The destination is unimportant, but I know there's going to be a long time between stops. It's an old fashioned train, with those first class compartments where you can shut the door and lower the blinds. I enter one on my own, and as the train seems pretty empty, I close the door, lower the blinds and pull a book from my ba...
After a wonderful first dinner on the cruise, which ended in a full orgy around the table (I still had the taste of cheesecake and Vernon's cum in my mouth), I had starting exploring more of the "Dream Cruise." I had now wandered into the theater to check out the "Bukake" show. The theater is pretty full, so I'm stuck taking a seat in the back left. There a...
By the time I see Jim at weekends I am at truly craving for him hook, line and sinker. That's how I think of him actually and he well knows it and I love him so much. I am 'hooked' on him, love to feel his 'line' and especially his 'sinker' when he gives me the deep fucking I have been waiting for all the week. We have a meal which I have cooled 'specially...
As a extra credit activity for the junior college I was attending, I was engaged by the Ride and Board Stables as a helper for the summer, doing stable work and other jobs about the riding-school. At least that was what I thought I had been employed for. But it soon turned out that the Ride Master, Jason, had other plans for me. The first day or two I helpe...
At eighteen I was the oldest boy in my boarding school. I suppose I was expected to set an example to the other boys which is why all the teachers were disappointed when I was found to be blind drunk one weekend. There were only two weeks to go until I left school for good; my exams were over and I hadn't a care in the world. However Mr. Bevan, my house mas...
When I was in my early thirties, I was heavily into rock climbing, often taking two or three multi-week climbing trips per year. These were usually done with my regular partner Jim, or another friend, or I'd travel alone. Most of these trips were to rural areas of the US, where we'd camp under the stars, cook all our own food, and occasionally make a long t...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** The day after his nineteenth birthday my grandson, Brandon came home early from his college class. About an hour earlier I had serviced one of my regulars with both my mouth and ass. I took a shower, put a light robe on and proceeded to my home bar. I poured me a three finger s...
That Saturday evening in late November on the occasion of my 25th high school reunion I expected to have a good time chatting with old friends, many of whom I had not seen in 25 years. Lynn Millan, a petite blond who had been my first ever date, had contacted me with a beautifully written invitation. It did not surprise me that the girl who had served two ye...