After David left for home I kicked back on the couch for a while and replayed in my mind all the unbelievable things that had happened in such a short time. Had I really just sucked off my best friend and swallowed his cum? Did I really let him try to fuck me in the ass? My emotions were off the chart, questions whirling through my head, and they all served...
My name is Darian I am 39 years old, 5'10", with short dirty blonde hair, nice athletic build, and I am a handsome dude, at least I think so. And a lot of other guys think so too. Especially, as I found out, my best friend Dex, who is a Cop thought I was a good catch. I am a bottom 100% gay man. I haven't found the right guy yet but have dated a few guys o...
The next morning, I woke up before Chad and went down to eat breakfast. Some of the other guys were already there, and I had to wonder if any of them could tell by looking at me...if any of them knew that I had spent most the night getting my cock sucked by my roommate. My head was spinning, trying to figure out what all of this meant, and on top of that all...
Since Ron and Gary had been living downstairs, I'd gotten pretty used to being wakened in the night to service their cocks. So, it was no surprise to open my eyes and find Gary standing over me with his big half hard dick dangling in front of my face. He pulled the sheet off of me, slapped me hard on the ass and said, "Get your fuck hole downstairs, we need...
The first time I saw Steven I thought he was just some goofy kid. There I was, sitting in a conference room flipping through headshots. I put aside a photo of Dwayne, the pudgy man performing in front of me – obviously in his mid-thirties despite his résumé’s claim of being twenty-seven – to a Polaroid of some kid’s face. Yes, a Polaroid. Where all the other...
It had been almost a full year since the gang bang at Frank's house. I could still taste their cocks in my mouth and when I was alone in the bathroom or bedroom, I could hear the sounds of their balls slapping my ass and their boisterous laughter as they all took turns fucking me. I did what I could to erase the memory but in spite of the trauma and emotion...
[Author's note: this is the second part of a three-part series.] Part 2. My cell phone alarm woke me up at six, as usual. Most days I tried to write for an hour before getting out of bed, but today I got up, showered, and dressed before leaving my room. I didn't want Aaron to catch me in anything less than my full professorial work attire. As I showered an...
Millstone - ONE - (Hanging the Chimney Hook) All Rights Reserved © 2020, Rick Heathen This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental...
Brad Besson caught on that he was the only one speaking. All other conversation in the high-flown witty debate on politics and economics had burbled down to nothing but what he was saying. They were gathered poolside on the terrace behind Frederick Gates's residence in the housing compound of the Baker Institute on the banks of the Chesapeake Bay, just to th...
Arthur didn't express any frustrations the next time he "worked." He only did maybe seventy five percent of what he thought he could normally do. He even let the phone ring a few times. No big deal. His cell phone was there to entertain him when he had free time. At lunchtime, Vince noted his good mood. Arthur humored him and said everything was perfectly fi...