This is somewhat different from my other stories. I wrote it at the reuqest of a reader with the understanding it was going to be posted online for others to read. It was also the last story I wrote. All identifying information in this story were been changed to provide anonymity for the reader who requested it. All of the usual warnings and cautions apply...
"Dominic, we really should finish these." I told my neighbor and new friend. Dominic Goodhall and I had been working on our boy's karts for the past two weeks. The race was less than fifteen hours away, and to be honest we had spent more time drinking beer and trying to tune the engines than actually doing any real building. My son's chassis was almost read...
"You sure he's on board with it? I mean other than you haven't told him." "Yes, Mr. Gillespie, we won't be popping any male cherries or working on tight holes here. I've had him several times and now he's beggin' for it. And he's been on a train with some of the football players. Just one more step into what we do—and I've already heard him being curious ab...
Edgar steadied himself against the bulkhead as the wake of a passing yacht sent his own ship to wallowing and scraping against the dock. He was hunched over the sink in the closely confined space, space being at a premium even in a Latitude 44 such as he'd sailed from Marseilles to the harbor town of Horta on Azores' Faial Island. He believed that he could f...
As requested, this chapter is longer and hopefully better. Wouldn't want to be called a bitch by 'anonymous' again ;) :::::::::::::::::::::::: Kitty asked me to help at the food pantry. At first, my answer was very firmly no, but then she brought up that community service looks good for colleges. I really need some extracurricular activities to pad my resu...
-- Thank you so much to everyone for the incredible feedback for the rest of the 'Rory and Sebastian' series. It's been really humbling. A couple of things I thought I should explain about the series, before it goes ahead to the next chapter - just in case there are any misunderstandings! As some of you may have guessed from comments made by the characters e...
Chapter Seven - Out Of The Frying Pan And Into The Fire Edward's lips on his were something fierce. Usually, Adrian would have had no problem getting any bottom boy to behave and curb his aggressiveness, but Edward was having none of it. As Adrian had thought and desired, only earlier that night, Edward was a man, a strong man who had no qualms about fighti...
NOTE: I received several emails wanting more of Wiley's gay action—so here's the final and last story. I was fucking Debbie and her girl friend but it was not as powerful an orgasm as when Jeff plowed my ass. I was missing a hard cock in my ass to stimulate my prostate and I realized that I liked pussy but needed a hard cock too. I called Jeff on Sunday wh...
Whoever Weak light was filtering into the window through the opening between the mismatched towels he'd used as curtains to try to close out the blinking neon sign of the Chinese restaurant below. They hadn't been effective; blinking red lighting had been bouncing all around the walls of the dingy little room since he and I had stumbled in here from the bar...
Kenton stood on the terrace of the rental vacation villa and watched Georgiou enter the taxi on the street down the steep incline at the base of the complex. The bullet-headed bald, yet otherwise hirsute, Greek with the physique of a wrestler didn't turn to wave back. He just folded himself in the taxi and was gone from Kenton's life. Kenton hadn't really e...