[Requested by dmmc] The young black bull was seated on the bench press in the dim light of the after-hours gym, back pressed to the reclining back support, hands gripping the narrow hips of the smaller, older man flexibly draped above him, facing away from him, and pulling the thin, wiry frame of the sub off and on his monster cock. Who would have known, th...
Sorry for the wait (don't you hate it when real life gets in the way) - here's a little something while I polish off the next character story. Y All characters are 18 or older. SHOWTIME The curtains pulled back to reveal a tall, muscular, blond young man on a haystack (the haystack was actually foam rubber covered with a hay-patterned cloth, but no one...
Dr. Emory had called it a day at the tomb dig outside Sudan's upper Nile Sulb Temple. It had been so hot that I had stripped down to a pair of cotton bush shorts for the afternoon. I was standing by the water buckets, ladling cool water over my head and letting it sluice down my body when I noticed Clint Winston, another of the archaeologists on the dig, and...
Note: I am the original author of the story on furaffinity under the author/pen name Crimsonskies455 and Dog455 on sofurry. With some tweaks, I have made this story palatable for literotica. * The steaming hiss of shower water filled the locker room as a lone male stood underneath one of the many heads that dotted the locker room. His skin was a dark tan...
"Wowser. At two o'clock and headed in our direction." "Oh, gawd, yes. I see him." Casey muttered back to Phil. "What a hunk in his skimpy little black shorts. And look at those muscles. Delicious. Let's pull up by the bench right up there. If he stops to pet the dog, maybe we can get him to sit down long enough for us to reel him in." And then, in an even m...
Chapter 1 - First Contact "Tyler! Snap out of it - you're staring again, and he's noticed!" Jack's voice whispered hoarsely in Tyler's ear as the hot water from the shower drummed across his back. There were just the three of them left in the shower now. Basketball practise had been over for more than half an hour and the most of the players were showered...
"Oui, Oui! Baise-moi! Baise-moi!—Yes, yes, fuck me! Comme ça! Plus profound!—Like that. Deeper." I lay on the plastic sheeting on the hotel room bed, my hands gripping the brass rungs of the headboard overhead, my eyes wide, focused on the suddenly cruel smile on the face of the French businessman sitting next to me on the bed. The ceiling fan in the hot Ni...
Oliver "Meet me at the car park in five. I'm the red Shelby. Heading home early." Hmm, weird, An leaving school early? Wow, she hadn't bunked a class since high school… Maybe she couldn't wait to see me. I couldn't wait either, so I moved into a jog towards the car park with my phone still in my hand. When I made it there I couldn't help but laugh....
Sunday, 2 April 1865, Richmond, Virginia The nine-block walk west along East Broad Street from the First African Church at the corner of College and East Broad was strangely bustling this Sunday morning at 9:00 a.m. The previous Sunday had been quiet at this time. In fact, Temple's, where Eaton Matthews lived and worked, at Grace and 4th Street, had existed...
Dr. Emory glowered silently at me all the next day while we were excavating around the tomb entrance at our ancient Egyptian burial site on the banks of the upper Nile in Sudan. And his precious young assistant, Clint Winston, couldn't seem to look at me at all. No doubt Clint had gone straight to the archaeological team head and had revealed that I had take...