*Author's note: The two main characters are 18. This story takes a little while to develop, and for the two main characters to meet. I have most of it completed and will post chapters as often as I can. I hope you enjoy it. * Chapter 1: Relocation "I can't believe you are doing this to me!" I shouted as I stormed up the stairs to my room. My parents were s...
I guess what I recently experienced would have to be the capper to the last ten years of my life and hopefully the next ten will be an improvement. For background back in high school I was really hot for this very cute little guy Bob. He was on the football team and wrestled and my lusty dream was to have him wrestle me down and do me. Unfortunately Bob wa...
This last summer, I had just completed my third year of college and rather than going home, I kept my apartment and ran an add in the local town paper looking for work as an interior painter. Having worked for my uncle every summer since high school, I knew I could do the work and make good money. The catch was landing some business. Uncle Sam, yeah that’s h...
The knock came again, louder this time—three sharp raps. Here I stood, dried come matting the hair on my chest and stomach, and a visitor at the door. I thought at first to ignore the interruption; probably a peddler or Jehovah's Witness—at 7:45 a.m.? But an instinct crept upon me, something inside telling me that this was no intrusion. I made my way silentl...
It was one of those sweltering summer days when it was almost too uncomfortable to be on the beach. The sun blasted down on my oiled bronze body with a hot white intensity and the air was void of any breeze. Even the natural vegetation of the area was bleached white by the unusually warm weather of the Oregon summer. The white sand reflected the light and he...
I'm a male model and my name is Adrian. I've been a model since I was a teenager. I'll admit it right here and now, I'm hot. I'm very hot. When someone says model hot, well that is me. I know this as every guy wants me or they want to be me. It is a grueling business and requires absolute perfection all the time in your body. My abs must show perfectly eve...
That boy. He came into my coffee shop one day, pulled a stool out from under the counter, and sat with his chin resting on his hand. Looking at me with wide dark eyes, he smiled slightly. I was busy, distracted. I turned off the steamer but forgot to wipe the handle. In the midst of filling another order, I asked him what he wanted. I made him a mocha, deco...
This wasn't the typical 'motel,' but a 'motor hotel,' and our room was on the third floor, and its easterly windows faced a large pasture; we had not pulled the drapes closed and morning sun filled the room and slanted across the bed -- and across me, still safely in the arms of my dear uncle, my face buried in his fuzzy chest. The raking rays brightly picke...
As I continued to pump into Diana, barely thinking of anything else, a new feeling came suddenly; the familiar sensation of fingers running down my back. I started to turn, but Diana cupped my face and held my eyes on her, while her legs kept me firmly locked onto her body. The new pair of hands softly caressed my back, running the length of it downwards a...
Knock, knock. Carson tapped on the bathroom door. "You ready?" Mr. Armisen asked. Carson didn't say a word. A short while later Armisen emerged from the bathroom, a white robe around his shoulders, a glass of wine in hand. His long, flaccid cock dangling from his hips like a sword. He furrowed his brow as he hobbled into the dimly-lit bedroom, his ankle...