Guys, thanks for your comments. I have some new ideas to try in you which I hope you'll like. Please keep those cards and letters coming! ---------------------------------------------- After rooming with Tan for a few weeks, I was getting somewhat used to meeting his expectations. Apparently, his parents insisted on having a spotless home and Tan, raised...
"Here Prada. Her-ee Prada," Jon sings lightly, shaking a bag of dog treats that cost more than his iPhone. "Where the fuck did you go little doggie?" He exhales once, fighting off the approaching panic attack. If he doesn't have Lydia's dog when she gets back from giving a lecture at Yale, she'll cut his balls off. And while Jon hasn't recently used his bal...
8===> The boys get tested in many ways just before Spring Break Josh slammed his Quantitative Analysis book shut and threw it across the living room towards the fireplace hearth. "Gawd, how I hate that fucking class!" he yelled at the ceiling of the empty room. He knew in his heart, that it wasn't just the studying for the early mid-term in the course he...
Lost Bet Part 7: Next Year I was walking on a treadmill as a jiggly ass cycled in front of me. I had a perfect view of every movement and ripple which allowed my thoughts to wander to last year. My string of sexual experiences starting with a bet on a childhood game that I had made up, and culminating in, a bill for a destroyed dressing room, and the strang...
AUTHOR'S NOTE* - One of the characters in this story is intersex, in that he has both a penis and a vagina. He identifies completely as male, and there are other intersex characters in this universe. I just thought that two hole are better than one, and hope that you do too. This story is a love letter to one of my all time favorite Sean Cody scenes, and I i...
Autumn is always a fantastic time of year, especially in New England where the leaves change into a bright cacophony of colors that illuminate the landscape as the days grow shorter and colder, a promise of what lies immediately ahead. At a small, liberal arts College in central Maine, there was a definite bite in the air every morning and each evening as th...
HOW THE RIVER FEELS One -- A Concert to Remember Jack sat in the dim light, reading his program for the symphony concert, the first of the season. It was the first time he had been to a concert since -- how long? -- since before he and Karen had married. No, they went once or twice in their first year of marriage. Then, job, childbirth, moves, finances, al...
"GET READY, KID...HERE IT COMES!" the big trucker said just as his huge cock started to go off inside my mouth. The first thick rope of cum shot forth powerfully, the sperm-laden wad of cock-juice shooting deep into my sucking mouth. His monstrous cock twitched and I felt a second creamy strand of his milky semen splash over my tonsils. His hips flexed back...
8=== > Laughter in the morning and tears in the afternoon Josh's body began to pull his mind from the slumber he was enjoying. His eyes fluttered several times as the fog of the most strange dream he was having, was attempting to clear and allow it to come into full focus. He thought the half awake vision was the ending of a good wet dream, but never before...
Adam arrived at work a little late, not officially late, but late to him. He is usually there by six-thirty because some of the players come in to work out in the morning, so he is there if they need anything. Adam is the football coach of the private high school that he works for it is the beginning of the season. He has been working with his kids since nea...