***Hey all. Every now and again characters from my stories will demand their own stories be told. This is a side story to Ben Loves a Challenge and involves Dean's friend D'metrius Matthews, also known by his drag queen name Zion. This should be a relatively short story, probably five chapters. Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy it. -Penny*** ***...
*This is a continuation of "It Does Get Better." Please look there for context* It had been about a month since the night I had sex with Diego in his car. We hooked up a few times in the following weeks and were exclusively fuck buddies. He texted me last Monday to come over to his house, but my car broke down that morning, and so I couldn't go. He didn't s...
We pick up our jackets form the Bike Stop coat check, banter with the attendant who reaches out and tugs my nipples hard, then head for the door. As we pass the main floor bar a tall, muscled boy in leather chaps and harness reaches out and gropes me, smiling at Sir, who smiles back. Taking that as an invitation he grabs my collar and slides his tongue into...
One day, Mr Adams told me about his favorite place, a secret lake, a place he had never taken anyone, but that he was hoping to take me. But the lake was father than we had ever hiked, almost two hours away and wanted to make sure I was up for it. The thought of going to a secret lake that Mr. Adams had never taken anyone was almost too much and of course I...
Matt and I just lay together, each with an arm under the other. Sex always takes effort, some sex more than others. We had a hard fuck, so we both needed a bit of time to catch our breath. I had cum twice so my dick was really tired. As tired as it was, Matt was so hot that I could feel my dick really wanted to get hard again. That's the advantage/disadvanta...
David had had a rather long week at the college. Besides his lectures, he was in meetings and conferences all the time, with only a small break here or there. But now, it was Friday and he was heading home a bit early. He was ready for a drink, some good food, and some relaxing music. He unlocked the door and opened it -there was the sound of the shower com...
I had a hazy memory of getting into the passenger side of my Barracuda, the old bucket seat harder than my driver seat. I felt my shirtless back, sweaty in the cold air, stick to the leather. I handed Lan my wallet. He asked me if I still lived where my license said. I nodded. God, my car was awesome. 424 engine with the raised inflow in the hood. Fresh sme...
James watched the ring of the boy's asshole as it clung to his cock, extended like a set of puckered lips on the way up and inverted as it was pushed up inside of the boy as he rode down the shaft of the big cock until he sat flat on the older man, completely inhaling the cock with his tight little ass-pussy. James' eyes traveled up the lads ass crack, pas...
When I was in my early thirties, I was heavily into rock climbing, often taking two or three multi-week climbing trips per year. These were usually done with my regular partner Jim, or another friend, or I'd travel alone. Most of these trips were to rural areas of the US, where we'd camp under the stars, cook all our own food, and occasionally make a long t...
The sky was a lifeless dome of swirling cotton, the same stark white as everything beneath it. It was drowning the world under a howling plague of white-winged locusts, blinding swarms that slowed my pace to a rumbling crawl. I'd found the highway somehow, heading south and east toward campus, on autopilot. I checked my rearview mirror every few miles for th...