Brent, short for Brentworth, his mother's maiden name, was a privileged spoiled college jock. This was the third time he was before Judges Bates for possession of a controlled substance and his rich and powerful Daddy has had enough. He told the judge to give him three years, which will sober him up. Snake, who got his name from the snake tats on his left ar...
He told me no. He only said it once, just once, and it didn't really hold much significance to me. There wasn't enough feeling in his voice to make me consider taking the request seriously. Just a sharp whisper, a frightened tug on my wrist, and then he stopped. His hands fell lifeless to the mattress and he was still, his frantically heaving chest the only...
I arrived at Shelly's and knocked. She answered, opening the door and letting me in. I gave her a hug and a kiss. She broke the hug and offered me a beer. I opened it and we began to chat while standing in the kitchen. She talked about how long she has wanted to get Rob in her bed and she appreciated my willingness to get him primed to fuck her brains out. S...
The question was to answer itself. As I felt my shaft being swallowed by Tony, I shivered as he placed his large hands on my arse cheeks and spread them further. Again I felt a surge as his tongue left my rod, slid along my balls and up along my crack. The tip of his tongue pushed against my virgin hole as I pushed down onto Tony's face. As I felt him enter...
Standing with a gloriously erect cock in each pumping hand, the feeling of pure sexual power over each man was overwhelming. My own jutting cock was being stroked, adding another strand to the incredible intensity of the action in the room. This was wanted I had, two men helpless against the pleasure of my closed fists sliding along their pre-cum lubricated...
CHAPTER TWO THE PINK DOOR I had been in every room of the house, from attic to basement. Partly out of curiosity, partly because I had to dust and vacuum. It was a big house and had many rooms. There was one room which remained a mystery to me though. The room I speak of was two doors down from my room. The door to it remained locked at all times. I neve...
Note for this chapter - my werewolves have a non-stereotypical trait in that they're not allergic to silver, instead they are allergic to iron. I've decided that my werewolves are a species of fey/Faery so iron is more logical then silver. Thanks yet again to you guys that are still reading this and giving me comments and encouragement! It means a lot and...
I woke gently from my sleep, clawing my way through the fog that clouded my mind, my body slowly registering the dryness of my mouth, the dull aches that encompassed my body. The room was dark save for a sliver of light from the street lamp that had managed to find a crack in the curtains. It was warm and still; disturbed only by the deep breathing of the ot...
DISCLAIMER: This story is a pure work of fiction. All characters involved are over the age of 18. This is my first time writing anything of this nature, so I appreciate any and all feedback (positive or negative). If the story is well-received, I will post more chapters later. Ashton woke up the next morning to see Calvin sitting on his desk chair, turn...
"First the tide rushes in, plants a kiss on the shore . . ." Matt often started a set with something quiet and slow, like "Ebb Tide," when there was a convention or two in the hotel, like there was today—electricians and bankers. What a combination. Something quiet tended to settle and quiet them down to the point that he could stand it. It wasn't a questi...