Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. *** A friend had gotten ahold of me about 'a fetish shoot' someone had requested. She asked if I wanted to be 1 of 4 older guys strapped down and gang-fucked by a group of Young Guys. I hadn't done anything wild in a while, and I hadn't had a good ass pounding in almost a year. I agreed...
A couple of weeks had gone by and every day I expected to hear a knock at my door. After that scumbags last visit I had made up my mind that no more. Enough was enough. I wasn't some weak little bitch and this was going to stop. But that next knock never came. I had deposited the check from that low life, scum bag and it cleared the bank. The asshole didn't...
Recap: Spencer was the first to get back to the room from orientation and had apparently brought a friend. Chapter 3: Devante walked in and found Spencer playing Madden 2k13 with some other guy. "Devante, what took you so long" Spencer asked. "I was in orientation" Devante said matter-of-factly. "Duh, I mean I know that but our group has been done for...
I don't like traveling for business on weekends, but there wasn't a choice since this business conference was important. It was billed to be an intense, week long session that would be productive and filled with new approaches, new ideas, new processes and techniques, new technology, and new business for your company. I'd soon see if that was all true when...
*All characters in this story are above the age of 18 years old* *This story was inspired by and written with the permission of redbeardedsf. The characters and situations involved are from his story "The Ultimate American Boy Contest." He is a writer of excellent slave boy erotic fiction. If you are Nifty enough you can read his stories, and get a better u...
"There's someone I want you to meet. Just as soon as he separates from the battle-ax." "The battle-ax?" Kyle Kendricks asked, a bit confused. He was standing with Trent Taylor at the opening of the Rodin exhibit at the Virginia Museum of Fine Arts in Richmond. Trent was the curator of the exhibit. He knew Kyle because both served on the board of the Rainbow...
On Sunday, April 28, 1793, the bells in towers of the harbor town of Charlotta rang out at 2 p.m. They were calling all nobles on the inland sea island of St. Silvus to the wedding of Reginald Reynolds, the governor-general's son, the most magnificently formed and handsome of the most physically gifted countrymen on the face of the earth. At that precise mom...
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