It started innocently enough: We were sitting in his living room drinking wine and Danny was telling me about his high school wrestling team and how he won forty-eight straight matches. His eyes wore a glazed-over expression as he talked about his glory days. "...and out of those forty-eight matches, I pinned thirty-one of my opponents in under a minute in...
This isn't a straight-up gay fuck story – it's a longish build-up to a gay pairing between two elderly gentlemen which runs to 5 pages. So don't expect wild excitement and rampant action so much as excited anticipation and total pleasure. Please read and vote on this story with those considerations in mind..... 0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0 Life's tough once you get '...
Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. Damon Reid vs. Tristan Thomas *** Damon heard the sound of a motorcycle and smiled. Tristan was in. "Tell you what," he interrupted the ramblings of his accountant, "let's do this in the study. You do know where it is don't you?" "Of course Damon." The accountant quickly turned and headed towards the study. Dam...
©Copyright jvaughn, 2013, 2014. All rights reserved. Copyright violators will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law. Note to readers: So, sorry for the long delay. This is the third time I'm submitting this. Lit is no longer accepting .rtf format, so rejected my first submission. I was submitting in .rtf because I've had trouble with .doc losing c...
A whispered "Move your cock a little higher, higher, ahhh" was followed by slurping sounds for about five minutes as I let Ryan's cock fuck my mouth. As his dick swelled with his anticipation from the pleasurable feeling of my tongue and warm mouth on his penis, his pumping motion in and out of my mouth sped up, until I felt his sperm begin spattering agains...
Hey everyone! Finally back with the fifth episode of the series! And a big thanx once again to all those people who keep mailing me! Love all my fans! You keep me going! And a note here, my college re opens this week so the last two episodes are going to be a bit slow in coming. Please be patient, I will finish the story as promised. Ok, now with all that...
Written for a club on another page, the condition for the entry was that it had to be based on a song. I chose Chris Isaaks- wicked game. (Stone sours version) Enjoy! Dracul is oooold.. T.C. is 18 ~Wicked Game~ Dracul finds the kid high up on the fire ladder, outside the familiar window. On the regular spot where the boy can be found almost every night,...
"I'm not a deadbeat." Asad said. Coach Henry Jacobs stood looking at the teenage boy, jaw clenched, his brawny arms folded across his chest. His green-hazel eyes were hard as slate giving him the forbidding appearance of a bald eagle. This had been arguing for some time now in his office, and Asad was going to be late for his AP Philosophy class. It was a...
My heart pounds faster the closer we get to South Hill. Holding Slade's hand is the only thing keeping me sane. I know we have to face the consequences for lying about this weekend. I'm just not ready to. My only hope is for God to answer one of my million silent prayers. There could be so many outcomes for tonight with each feeling like a worst-case scenar...
Since his liver transport two years ago, Daniel Riley had been slowing down on the drinking. Not stopping completely though, but Charlotte, his wife didn't know that. No one knew that every Friday night he would escape to his basement den, lock the door, pour a cup of brandy and listen to music. It was his way of letting go of the stressors of the week. Thi...