I'm a little straight punk. At least that's how I act. You know the type. The guy that has no friends, that thinks he's the shit and you've never seen him with a girlfriend? Yeah, that's me, except I'm in college now. Still no girlfriends but I have a bro. Cool guy. There we were walking home together just shooting the breeze. This van comes out of nowhere...
Outside the tent: a heavy susurration of sound. Metallic groans replete with squeaks and clanks. The ground throbs. Inside the tent: a nylon floor covered with forest detritus. Ammo tins heavy with unspent rounds near the flap. A sleeping bag rolled up tight as a gymnast. Another sleeping bag, unrolled ... with a man named Ray in his boxers sprawled on top...
I never had many friends growing up. I was usually a loner. As an only child, it was tough meeting people around the neighborhood. When I was about ten, our next door neighbor Jerry would often stop by to talk with my parents. He and my father could talk about anything. Jerry reminded me of Ethan Hawke. Always very friendly and welcoming to me, even at suc...
I wasn't quite so anxious for a session with the young blond after the brutalization by the older man. I was sore and exhausted from having been taken by three men already that day—and the tension of the near miss on being taken by many more. I needn't have worried, though, When the young man was shown into my cell and the door had clanged shut behind him, m...
My name is Steven Vincent wife and I had been married for eight years and lived in a newer middle-class housing development outside of Dallas when this story began. We were one of the original units in the development that now had over 150 houses with plans to double that in the next eight to ten years. We had lived next door to an older couple that retired...
(Intro) This is a continuation of "Patti Cake"... Where it seems our heroine Dale Horn has been duped again by his Mother and girlfriend... They wanted him to experience the gay way of life and with the help of his two mentors -Darren and Dean -- our friend Dale went up to the fishing lodge for the weekend where they all had a gay-old-time... This is 100...
I was staring out my office window at the worst blizzard in New York history when the phone rang. I answered the ring and recognized the voice on the other end. Eric was calling from his house in the Keys. Eric is a successful advertising executive with a house in Key Largo, a condo in New York, and offices in New York and Miami. In addition, Eric is an a...
I had spent the last few months of my life laying between the legs of Daniel the first man I met online, worshipping his cock, fulfilling his and my own ultimate desires. I prefer to refer to him as Daddy. Daddy was around 43, fairly tall, well built, with a nice 6 inch cock, complete with a set of beautiful shaved balls. He was perfect and I enjoyed every m...
--for lcwarctic Many years later, as I moved to the retirement planet, I remembered the day they ruled that men could no longer have cunts. I smiled. I knew where that came from. In November 2310 I turned 18, went out and got drunk, got laid, and put a down-payment on a 2956 Chevaaz MX-90. Then I looked around for what else I could do! Hey, when you're fuc...
Authors Note: Chapter 26 contains no hot steamy sex, sorry! (At the tail end of Chapter 25, Mike's parents were visiting him at the school, and the following took place.) Dad's cell phone suddenly chirped, and he looked to see an unfamiliar calling number. "Hello?" Dad answered. "Hello, is this Mr. Hamlin, Mike's father?" the voice said. "Speaking."...