Emile LaCour, with his new chauffeur, Gage, in tow was gliding around the nighttime shadows of the docks along the banks of the Mississippi down river from New Orleans. It was in those brief hours between 1 and 4 A.M. when, for the most part, all activity was dead and the weak floodlights fought a losing battle with the morning fog to illuminate the bank-upo...
The wooden door slammed shut behind them, oak, embedded with generations of memories. Alex’s hands reached around and behind Jared. He grabbed his ass cheeks through the thin black material of the pants and pulled him closer until he could feel Jared's cock, hard and hot, pressed against his groin. He rubbed his own hard cock against his lover, savoring the...
Always a big admirer of a muscular physique I searched for muscle worship sites on the web. I went through many but was never enamored enough to stay. Finally I found the site of Ty Forrest and I was captivated by his good looks and phenomenal physique." This man has it all" I thought. There were many photos on the site, showing that beefy body in different...
- Boy, it's hot. He's coming through the garden towards me where I'm sitting on a bench. He sits beside me, too close, and for a moment his thigh is pressed against mine. I can feel the heat of him, the hard muscles of his thigh, then he shifts away a little. - Oops. Don't mind if I join you? I've been watching him inside, and now he's beside me, in the d...
It was the deep darkness of a moonless night as I crept through the open glass doors from the rooftop patio into the open bedroom. I was barely able to see the bed and slid my feet carefully across the unfamiliar floor as I made my way towards it. Then I froze as I heard the sound of movement, and observed a bunching in the dark shadow of the bed. I hesitate...
Life was little different in the mansion hugging the snow-clad mountainside at Snowshoe than it was in Hoagie's inn. Less demanding—in terms of service both at table and in the bed—and the surroundings certainly more sumptuous. But very little different in terms of feeling owned and controlled—and isolated, all alone in the world. I cursed Buddy nearly daily...
As I sprawl in my bed my toy huddles in his. His bed is not an afterthought: nothing I do with or to Will is an afterthought. He does not have a pillow, his sheets are woolen and scratchy, his mattress was carefully chosen to be harder than he likes and too short for him to fully stretch out on — a headboard and footboard block him from even trying. All of t...
In the bedroom, Neal stands Lance beside the bed. In one swift motion, he yanks down Lance's cut offs and kicks them aside. His own disrobing is similarly swift. Clothing has become superfluous in their lives. Two old men lie naked on what seems to have become their mutual bed, talking gently, smoking the smooth pot, touching each other lightly and often. T...
I would soon find out. He remained his friendly, amiable, and naked self, if anything more affectionate than before. He had already been huggy, but seemed to become more so, which took getting used to since he was usually naked. If I was working at my computer, he'd greet me with a squeeze of the shoulder then let his hand casually stay there while we talked...
It's the first time. We've known each other for a while, but not in the flesh. This is the first time. The first time we have seen each other. We've talked for a long time, millions of words back and forth between us. Fears, likes, needs. We've talked about everything but this is the first time we will see each other. We've fucked a hundred times, maybe...