Marc pulled his suitcase into the parlor of Waverton with his eyes firmly on the Turkish rugs. Unable to manage a glance up at the carved grand staircase he had been thinking about for two months, he shuffled across the carpets towards the front desk. He should've canceled the trip and eaten the five hundred dollar deposit. "Reservation for Rosini," he gru...
Hey Guys! Here's another chapter of my new series. Thanks for all the great feedback, I'm so happy you guys like the story. There's a little more action in this chapter, but still so much more to come. Let me know what you think- any and all feedback is greatly appreciated. ***** Chapter 2: Let's make 'em count Oliver hid away in Mrs. Valdez's Geometry r...
Here's our story. Tom, my best friend from college purchased a new RV with recent inheritance money. It is beautiful, and has all the luxuries you could imagine. Tom and I planned on trying out his new RV on a camping trip along the California coast the next chance we got. Since spring break was coming up, we agreed that would be our best time to get away...
I was leaning over the washbasin in the bathroom of Ari's small Tel Aviv apartment. The bathroom was clouded with steam as Ari had just turned off the water in the shower. I was watching him through the mirror above the basin, wiping it off periodically as it misted over. He had a great, hirsute body and swung low. He played a mean viola and a magnificent co...
Note: In this chapter we hear from several of Jamie's family-first hand Aiden Spence. I'd just finished giving a speeding driver a ticket when my cell phone rang. "Officer Spence," I responded while on my way back to the patrol car, not instantly recognizing the number, but it looked familiar. "Hey, Aiden? It's Matt from the Austin FD. You got a sec, bud...
The weekend after I began my new job in Kentucky, JT, the boys and I were sitting at the Saturday morning breakfast table. We were all still nude as we had just finished an early morning play session. As we were drinking coffee there was suddenly the sound of an auto horn blaring from the road out front which set the dogs to baying. We all walked over to se...
I lay on the bed in the cabin behind Hal's Tavern ten miles out of town and listened to the truck driver moving around in the bathroom. I had showered first, after I'd given him a blow job, and come to the bed and stretched out, naked, while he took his. He was going to fuck me when he came out of the bathroom. I was looking forward to it; he'd looked mean a...
Prologue Every tale begins with something special and meaningful. The glories of a youthful love affair, of finding the ONE, eyes snapping to yours and consuming each other in a passionate fire. It would be fate, a meeting made for the twilight fires of middle age, telling mutual friends of their adorable and instantly known love story as everyone reminisce...
**WARNING** Attempted Rape is depicted in this chapter Sorry this took a little longer than I hoped, I got a little writers block! Hope you guys enjoy the final chapter! I how to write more soon! Thanks for all the support! I've seen all the comments and feedback and appreciate it, I just don't know how to respond! Thanks! -J *Jake's Point of View* I...
This is an entry to the 2017 Winter Holidays Contest. A while back, I was asked to write a story centring on "a big hairy front row lust triangle 😉 #bellypower #niche." If you don't follow rugby, the front row are the loosehead prop (with "1" on his shirt), the hooker ("2", between the props) and the tighthead prop ("3"), and are known for being the powerho...