Don and Debby sat nervously in the hypnotherapist's waiting room. They were lucky to be seeing Halley; she was one of the most renowned past lives therapists/psychics in the country and it was difficult just to get a personal appointment with her. When she wasn't traveling and giving seminars--and that wasn't often--she was always booked solid. But a friend...
Smiling in expectation of a hot Friday evening, Paul strolled into The Purple Knight, his favorite bar. It was a gay bar, of course, because he seldom goes into any other kind, and never when he's in drag as he was then. He felt quite pleased with himself, because he had made a big sale that day at the high tech manufacturing company where he worked on the o...
When I got back to my apartment late that afternoon, I discovered that my unannounced absence from campus had caused a great deal of commotion in the brotherhood. "Where the fuck have you been?" Was Kyle's greeting before I even got the front door closed. "Not real sure why I need to explain myself but I had an out of town date Saturday night. What the fu...
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Nearly every college fraternity house on the North American continent has one. At some it's a cook or a cleaner or a coed at the college—or a townie slut from across the tracks. In some it's the cougar mother of a frat brother whose family lives in town and who only was rushed by the fraternity because his mother was half-decent looking and put out like a ra...
The week after Thanksgiving was new pledge selection time for AOK. Since Kyle was not on the selection committee, we got to spend a lot of time together. I knew I was a nominated because of what Troy had told me the previous semester. I still didn't really care if I got in or not. Even learning that it was basically a club for bisexual guys didn't add to the...
Drew got up and grabbed some paper towels. Even though we were both stunned into silence, we were both still covered in a torrent of cum. As we wiped up our mess, however, our erections didn't go down a bit. We were so turned on that our cocks still pointed towards the ceiling of the beach house. "I knew this could happen," Drew said, "And I should've warne...
In 18- I decided it was time to head west. I was a young man who had spent the last year working in one of the "gentlemen's clubs", basically a whorehouse where men went to fuck other men, in New York City. I had been raised in rural Ohio as a member of an ultra-conservative/separatist religious sect and had no other plans in life than living out my life as...
Peter was depressed. The last two years have been the greatest of his life. Having all the sex had turned him into a nympho. He couldn't get enough. But his depression wasn't about the sex. It was about his mom. His mom's 39th birthday is coming up and he has no idea what to get her. He grabbed Star this afternoon to go shopping with him hoping to come up wi...
I want to thank everyone for their comments and concerns. They are much needed. I had a friend edit this, so I hope it's grammar and spelling is better. And I added some details, like you asked cia. Please enjoy. > ^ I ran through the darkened hallway. I had to find it, him. Otherwise I was going to die at the hands of the monsters who had murdered my fa...