I was going up the on-ramp of the freeway when the gauges on the dashboard went crazy. Lights were flashing, the needles swung wildly from side-to-side, and suddenly, the power steering was gone. It took all my strength to pull the car over to the shoulder of the road. The engine died and when I turned the ignition key there was nothing. I sat numbly in th...
There once was a policeman named Laidley Small, who didn't deserve it. He was a policeman, sure enough, but he wasn't small. And he couldn't get laid. For months, ever since my return from six months as a hostage of terrorists in Colombia (where I was made to crave a good, stalwart cock and where I became a cum-slut), my life was one sexual adventure afte...
This is a book-length work, so not every chapter will involve sex. If you're just looking for a quick wank, this probably isn't your story. ===== I stopped in the airlock and sighed happily, closing my eyes and stretching my arms out to either side. It was good to be home. The hockey game had been diverting, but the noise and the smell and the crush of bo...
I sat in the hotel dining room where other business men and women were starting their day over run-of-the-mill continental breakfast, USA Today, and mercifully low-volume CNN. Cell phone mumbling surrounded me. The coffee was good however, and I was well into my second cup, trying to clear my head of the alcohol and the bizarre event that had ended only a fe...
Based on a picture from Millie and dedicated to her with grateful thanks . Pelaam, December 2007. * Curtis edged carefully in the darkened store towards the figure that was moving around his displays. He might be the Store's Managing Director, but he was more than happy to take on some two-bit, petty thief that thought they could hide away after hours to...
I share an bachelor apartment with a really nice guy who is about my age - 35 or so - and we have a harmonious household. Stephen takes care of the bills, and does handy work when things break. I, on the other hand, take naturally to housekeeping. I like seeing things clean and in order. I'm a good cook, too. Stephen is often content with a burrito for dinne...
I was beginning my junior year at college when it happened. I had a 2 bedroom dorm all to myself for the first 2 weeks of the semester. I loved the privacy and had my girlfriend, Cindy, over whenever I wanted. I was kicking back one late afternoon, when I got a call from Pam Clarkson at the office of university housing. She told me that another student need...
Summary: White friend discovers the joy of BBC while hanging out. Note: Thanks, as always to Tex Beethoven and Robert for editing this story. It was after a couple hours of shooting hoops on a Sunday afternoon that my sexual awakening began. Ben said, "Let's go back to my place and play some NBA2K." "I need to shower first," I demurred, dripping with...
Author's Note: I'm a chapter hoarder. This and following writing submitted by me will remain self-edited for the time being. ~~~~~~ Fingers tracing up the side of my body woke me with a tickling sensation and I was relieved to feel Dama's warm presence surrounding me again. I felt loose and sore and figured he'd fucked me every way I would've wanted whil...
This story is a treasure memory. I took to the gym in my late teens, having been a fat kid. Fat kids were rare in those days. I guess that being more numerous now, perhaps there is less stigma attached to being "The fat kid", maybe not but when I see so many obese children waddling about the supermarket and I remember how much effort it has taken to recover...