--Like most of the stories, this installment is once again from Sebastian's point of view, rather than Rory's. Like all of the stories, they are above the age of 18. Thank you so much to everyone for their comments on this series so far. -- 'How long has he been like this?' Robbie looked at me as we walked through the school grounds to the playing field...
Admonishing silence, Cal held his big hand over my mouth as his bent elbow kept my knee raised and trapped. Impaled on my man's 10 inch piece, flat on my back, both legs up and spread. Toes curled. His other hand sexily prodded my assring at the point of that big dick's entry. His favorite way of getting off, he had told me. Locking to my eyes, feeling his...
(This story is partially true. Name and places changed. The main character is me) *** My name is Alessio and I am 27 years old, I am blond with blue eyes, 180 cm tall and I swam from 6 yo to about 23yo. I was part of a small agonistic team in the province of Bologna made up of about ten boys. At the time I had a girlfriend and I have always been quite popu...
I was walking around the pond by my house. The sun was shining and it was a very hot day. As I came over the bridge I noticed my school's soccer team was practicing at the soccer fields. There were about 25 of them , all hot and sweaty. But I only cared about one of them. Jason Little was running across the field to get a drink of water as I sat down on one...
Another true story but please note I have omitted the condom use which took place as my boyfriend and I only play safe with others. Cheers guys. *********** Before we moved to France, we lived in London. My boyfriend Dave and I had moved down from up north and managed, through hard work, to acquire a couple of apartments. We'd met many moons before and we...
After leaving the tea to brew, I went back through to the studio to find Adam and Stephen having what looked like very intense sex together kneeling on the couch. They were both upright and facing forwards. Stephen had one arm around Adam's prominent chest, fondling a nipple, while the other was wrapped around the bigger man's cock, gently sliding his foresk...
Note: This story has been previously published on the Nifty Archives. * * * * * To bow. To worship. To breed. These are the notes of his symphony, his soul's hunger. His eyes dart from body to body, evaluating, finding nothing of either sustenance or substance. In his emptiness, I sense his desperation for my religion. He seeks a fane with an altar of...
Colton sat in the back seat of the school bus staring a hole into the back of Parker's messy blond head. He wondered what it would be like to run his fingers through it, to grip it in his fists while he held him firmly and kissed him, hard and deep. They had just won another away game, and everyone was pumped and the bus was rowdy, but it was just a buzz in...
The track up from the valley floor to Mather's mill was comparatively easy going. Wide-berthed and heavily laden Lumber carts regularly came down the path that ran alongside the narrow, but rapid-running Slater Creek. The deciduous trees were thick here—still, after more than a decade of lumberjacking. The trees along the stream bed were mainly cottonwoods,...
All participants are over 18. ***** I knocked at the door for a second time and Lorne finally opened the door. What I faced was not a pretty sight for anyone who knew Lorne from the old days. Lorne of old had always been a fit, vital, active man, always well-groomed, well-dressed and handsome, so it came as an extraordinary shock to see this spectre of th...