Jay Williams loved living in the mountains. He loved waking up to the scent of pine. He relished how his cabin floorboards creaked under his footsteps. Even the early-morning chill only soothed by building a fire was refreshing. Nothing compared to chopping wood by the glow of the sunrise. Most of all, he treasured the isolation. He hadn't always lived alon...
My name is Mark, we'll just leave it there in the interest of discretion. Georgia is home, but California is where I live. Momma and Daddy live in a pretty little suburb East of downtown Atlanta. It's a good sized home and four of us kids was raised in that house. When my baby sister finally moved out, they decided to go ahead and stay there. After my...
THE TAKING OF TWO STRAIGHT CHERRIES It was a beautiful sight to behold if one had been fortunate enough to be in the bedroom that Sunday morning. A very pretty young man named Jodie was naked in bed on his knees. He was leaning over and had a large thick cock in his mouth that belonged to a handsome muscular young man named Bert. Kneeling behind Jody was an...
With the current fashion for newlyweds to have their wedding night nuptials committed to canvas, I have become familiar with sketching hesitant couples alongside their conjugal beds. Painting such tender moments presents a fascinating artistic challenge and I've developed a reputation for capturing the mood of the marital suite with discretion and sensitivit...
A New Career Opening For A Dirty Slut... I wake up naked in bed between two naked men. I can feel the closeness of their body-heat, the touch of their skin. I'm scared. Where am I? Who are these guys? I lie as perfectly still as I can. It's dark, I can't see far. Although the intimate warmth is already have an arousing effect on me. It doesn't mean anything...
Tate could feel them staring at him. He looked out across the village square and ignored their mocking grins and gloating eyes. They knew who he was and they knew what he was wanted for and for all that they might hate the city gentry that bled them dry every year with taxes that they couldn't afford it was obvious that there was not one among them that care...
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Whenever I need to use a public toilet, I invariably go into one of the cubicles even if the entire row of urinals is empty. This used to be because, having had some bad reactions from women at the large size of my manhood, I was self-conscious about exposing my genitals to other people and preferred to hide myself away. These days, that no longer bothers m...
Author's Notes: Contains violence and what could be considered blood-play. ~*~*~ He could smell the blood everywhere. The scent was so strong that it seemed to cling to everything in the large building as he hurried up the stairs, taking two or three at a time before he burst into the room, nearly pulling the door from it's frame and hinges with the force...
Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong === I followed Bradley up the stairs, hardly able to believe that I was about to do this: I was finally going to find out what it was like to have a man in my bed. It seemed as if I had waited for this for so long, but in reality it had just been a matter of months. Looking back, I felt as if I...