While in the Navy and stationed overseas, I tried out for the Navy Bowling Team, which travelled all over Europe every spring and summer. They would fly on Mondays, practice Tuesdays through Fridays, compete on Saturdays, relax on Sundays, and fly to the next meet on Monday. I made the team and we practice 4 days a week during the winter. Since I was an E4...
"Go into Slut Mode." Chris said, like it was nothing. "Fuck me, please fuck me now. I need big dicks in me. Pound me hard, screw me deep." My consciousness receded and my mouth and body acted like a slut, just as ordered. My fingers had made it to my ass and I was shoving three in and out, forcing moans out. They dropped their pants and each moved to one...
I didn't want to be a cowboy, but I certainly wanted one to fuck me. So, to honor those sojourners of the dusty trails I wrote this. When settlers in the 1870's first used "dude," to refer to pasty-faced Easterners coming to The Rockies, they took notice of men with a distinguishable lilt (I have no doubt), of men with a different spring in their step, of m...
The only sounds in the bedroom of Melody and Charlie Roarke were the click the clock radio made every time the minute numbers changed and the breathing of Charlie's wife. It was torture waiting for Melody's breathing to change into the deep sleep mode, but then again so were these three years of marriage for Charlie. Charlie had tried to make it work at fir...
We woke the next day and headed over to the church where Mack grew up. His parents had been members their entire lives and were holding a small luncheon of about 20 people to celebrate their anniversary. I met a few of his parent's friends, most of whom were polite and cordial, if not slightly scandalized by presence. Nonetheless, everyone was lovely and we...
I take a deep breath, barely believing what I'm about to do. The car is still running and I consider leaving, but know that I won't. I came this far. I'm here to stay. I grab the plastic bag in the passenger seat and look at the contents. It's a thin blue thong bathing suit. Not a man's thong (which somehow would make this better), but a bathing suit bottom...
Hey all: This is a multi-part story. This first part is character development and build up. I promise there will be hot sex in the next chapter! Please--give me your feedback. It helps me be a better write. Thanks! Tom sat at his mahogany desk at 4pm on Friday afternoon and gazed out the 37th floor window onto the city below. His last client of the day had...
I hadn't seen my pal Mark since graduating from high school five years ago. I figured we could reconnect at our 5th year reunion. He practically had to be there, having been the student body president for our senior year. I spotted Mark across the room when I walked in. We both continued circulating, and while our eyes met once in a while, it almost seemed...
[start of recording] Do you want anything before we start? Water, coffee, soda? Maybe some water? Sure, let me grab you a water bottle. Have a seat. I'll be right back and then we'll do a quick sound check. Gotcha. [faint humming] Here you go. How do the headphones feel? Are they comfortable? They feel fine. Great, we'll talk a bit while I check leve...
Chapter One Ranger Rod was a man's man, rugged, a man of few words. He loved being on his own, watching over the forest and animals he was assigned to protect. He was very proud and found his calling. At 39 years of age he was in shape, sporting a muscular and sinewy body. He was 5'11, weighing in at 185. His black military short cropped hair suited his h...