Alex came out with his laptop. He had changed into running shorts and an old t-shirt, probably planning on working out with me in the morning like we often did. He hooked his laptop up to the TV and brought up a file entitled '9 songs'. "There really isn't much of a story line, so I'll just jump to the good parts," said Alex. He immediately went forward to...
During a work offsite there, I was pinged on Scruff by a hot Cuban guy who said he worked there as a manager. He unlocked and I could see just how hot he was. I unlocked. He said it was apparent from my photos that I was a very hungry, talented cocksucker and asked, "Are you in the mood to get throat fucked by his hot, thick 8" uncut Cuban cock. I answer...
Part 1: I can tell it now [names have been changed] I was always timid. Don't know why. Just never the rough-and-tumble sort. And I was a homosexual before I even knew what the word meant. I liked cocks even before I knew they could do more than piss, clear back when the only word I knew was "peepees." The Mormon church, of course, taught me that I was on...
By Jason Land CHAPTER 1 The room echoed with the inimitable sound of a well applied cane mating with a pair of well muscled buttocks. Valerius Titus Nero was in process of correcting an errant slave and the final stroke of the switch he was using left the tenth livid furrow across the recipients arse. "Stay exactly where you are, bent across that table...
On my trip through Europe during the Summer of 1985 after my Sophomore year at university, I took an overnight train and had the cabin to myself until, thankfully, a tall, extraordinarily handsome, short-haired redhead with bright green eyes, dark eye lashes and brows, a cleft chin, high cheekbones, perfect nose and lips who looked like a short-haired, redhe...
In the quest for my son, I discover connections everywhere I suppose I couldn't have been surprised by what happened at home, not really, not the way my luck had been running. After six months of cum-slut training, kidnapped by oversexed guerrillas in Colombia, I came home a dedicated cockhound--to a sexual desert. Nobody to plug my man-craving ass. Back...
This may read as an autobiography but it is not. That is not to say I haven't seen the inside of video booth or a glory hole but beyond that, this is entirely a work of fiction. If you imagine you recognize yourself in the story, you don't. The setting is fictional but the conflict and emotion I hope I've captured, however poorly, is universal or damn near...
But my son's not invisible; his clothes are [For JonKingBros] Funny it happened when we tried "The Invisible Man." I've always wondered about that. Everybody's tried auto-blow, bending into a pretzel, trying to suck your own cock. Everybody's tried it, especially when younger. A flexible guy like my Chuck-o can lie back, roll his hips up, bring his feet...
CHAPTER 1 Matthew Makepeace laid his final brick of the day and, in his usual meticulous fashion, pointed off the excess mortar from the course he had just finished. When Matthew had finished a piece of work, there was never any need to go back and point the joints as he always left everything perfect. Matthew was, as you must now have gathered, a brick- l...