New Year's Eve party at my girlfriend's friend's condo. I wandered away from Jules as she stood in a circle with three other girls gossiping and laughing about another girl across the room. The two ice cubes in the bottom of my drink glass rattled, subtly signaling me to head toward the bar. So I did. Pushing through the melee, I accidentally bumped a stra...
I continue to slam my face down into his course hairs. The massive spear rams down my throat as far as I can make it go, then I pull my head back, allow my tongue to run the entire length of his throbbing dick. The shear volume of spit that has escaped my lips drips down dad's pubes, it glistens on his large inflated ball sack. I ram my face down again, cho...
It was another long day of driving over mostly flat and undistinguished and dusty landscape from Dallas to Amarillo, Texas. Driving through the town and almost to Cimarron, the convoy of two vehicles turned south onto a dirt road under a log archway with "The Big C Ranch" engraved on a plaque overhead and drove three more miles until they came upon a long, l...
Simon's first gay experience certainly shocked the hell out of him, but God was it good! Interestingly enough, Brenda and Farrah's work shifts were rescheduled just after that, and they didn't socialize at all. This meant no Miguel. Maybe that was better though. Certainly there would of been too much "gay" tension between Simon and Miguel. Any socializing w...
Standard warning that appears in all my stories: this is a very over the top, far-fetched work of fantasy. It contains lots of humiliation, light feminization and taboo sex between a man and his father-in-law. Please skip if it's not your thing. Otherwise, enjoy. -- I looked at the bedside clock. It was 6:30pm. I had arrived at Roy's penthouse only an hour...
=== Friendly warning: This story includes piss play === ***** It's never easy starting a new business - even when you know exactly, what you're doing. But I felt confident anyway. My father was an excellent mechanic. He taught me how to repair cars and bikes as well - so well, that at the age of twenty-five, I was confident enough to move out of my hometow...
The truck was parked in a quiet corner of the lot, behind the other rigs and without direct illumination from any street lamps. He turned the handle on the passenger side and, as promised, the door was unlocked. He opened the door to the cab and climbed up, shutting the door behind him. The cab of the truck was dark and warm, but stank of sweat, beer, cigar...
The following is another true encounter from my past. It took place during the 1970's, and the names have been changed for the privacy of my friends. My sincere thanks to Susurrus for encouragement and help in editing this. __________ Chip and I had worked together for several years. He had a great smile and sharp wit and having been a surfer in his younge...
My boss, Byron Powers, was a good looking black man who had risen through the ranks of company much faster than anyone before. He ran marathons, worked out on a regular basis (he even had a portable gym in his office) and and as far as I know had his fill of all the pussy he could ever desire. I liked Mr. Powers. He had an easy going manner and his employe...
Damon had just finished reading one of Steve's porn stories online. He loved reading domination/submission stories, and Steve was his favorite author. Damon was a naturally dominant top, and he had got so many hot jerk-off fantasies from Steve's stories that he decided to write him a fan letter. He composed a gushing email and attached a picture of himself j...