Exhausted and trying to escape the pain and this filthy cell, I forced myself into sleep. I was wedged in a sitting position on the bench, handcuffed to the jail cage bars and propped on one butt cheek to relieve the pressure on my ass. It had been a truly rough ride, but it had really hit the spot. I was aroused and satisfied as I never had been before, and...
I had been working temporarily in the DC area near the Pentagon for a few weeks. While there is an excellent mass transit system in the city, the apartment I was living in was far enough away from the Metro stations that it would take almost as much time commuting to the nearest station as it took me to go ahead and drive into work. I guess if I knew anyone...
Practice should have been over an hour ago. Kenneth shifted his weight from one foot to the other to garnish what little relief he could for his feet. He, along with three dozen other choir members, had been standing more than four hours singing and swaying to the same three songs over and over again. And Kenneth was nearing his limit. The inner child in hi...
It was when I threw a match in the third round of the U.S. Open that I fully realized I was obsessed by him. I wasn't afraid of going up against the young Miguel Herrera—the heartthrob of the tennis world groupies they had nicknamed the Argentine Firecracker. I had beaten him all three times we had met on the pro circuit the last two years. It was because I...
"I'm sorry I yelled at you," Luca's voice was almost drowned out by the carnival music, but he heard it. Sitting against the base of the tree, he quickly brought his knees together in an effort to hide his erection. After the day he'd had, that ride had been nothing short of torture. He'd barely been able to keep his hips clear of the bone-shaking reverberat...
When I stopped in at Starbucks on my lunch hour last week I had no idea what was going to happen. I was dawdling-it was a slow day at the office. No one seemed to care when I announced I was taking off half an hour early to go work out. I went through my sets quickly so there was time for coffee when I finished-not lunch, as I was determined not to let my...
BROCK'S FIRST COCK A Story by kreme_filled Brock was sweating so hard he thought he might drown in it. He pulled his shirt up to his drenched face and attempted to wipe what sweat he could from it only to find that it was already drenched from the last time he tried to wipe his face five minutes ago. I know it sounds like the geekiest thing ever, but drum...
(gay prostitution, age difference, gay interracial, tough times, street rent-boys, car sex, fake cops, gay anal, rough gay sex, historical) [There is no under-18 sex activity in this story.] Jimmy grimaced and let out a gasp as the cock bulb breached his sphincter and the rest of the cock followed it up into his channel. He looked over at the wad of bills—...
Rough sex with a big strong man is something I'd always fantasized about. Ever since I can remember masturbating I'd think about being made to do things, dirty things for a man. I thought about being spanked, made to perform for a man, one that wasn't mean but very dominant, somewhat cruel and unusual but not terrifying. I had the fantasy in my head often....
The next-to-the-last weekend had now descended for the gang at Spirit Lake before summer ended and we scattered again to our respective colleges and "whatever" activities. Giddiness was high, which is saying something for the group of friends from the affluent Atlanta uptown district of Buckhead, but we'd been on the other edge of giddy every weekend we'd co...