It was a moment I'll cherish forever: standing in that dingy fucking bathroom, holding Nick's huge rubbery cock in my hand while he pissed. The thick tool sprouted from his button down fly, laid heavily across my sweaty palm and passed between my thumb and index finger with a couple more inches to spare. His helmet drooped over the edge of my hand like the h...
"Come back here you!" The shouts were getting louder. Tom Carpenter ran for his life through the trees of the vast Higglesworth estate, cursing his ill luck. But the law of averages said he would get caught poaching one day, after all the many days of free meat. His father never asked where it came from, though he knew, for they were a desperately poor fam...
Inspired by Edward Albee's play/movie Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf ***** "I thought I asked you to wear the tighter shirt under your jacket, Dillon—the one with the V neck that shows off the line between your pecs so well." "Gunther Strang is the chair of the English Department, Madge. And isn't his wife the daughter of Montebello's president? I didn't...
"This is Claude, Claude Barbier, Neal. He'll be living with us this summer. He's a concert pianist. French." "I've heard interesting things about you, young man," the Frenchman said. "I'm looking forward to getting to know you better." This was how I was greeted coming off the train in Gunzenhausen, an ancient Bavarian town on a large lake, Muhr am See, be...
The next-to-the-last weekend had now descended for the gang at Spirit Lake before summer ended and we scattered again to our respective colleges and "whatever" activities. Giddiness was high, which is saying something for the group of friends from the affluent Atlanta uptown district of Buckhead, but we'd been on the other edge of giddy every weekend we'd co...
For the past few months I had been working as a cleaner within a large car park and had often seen messages written on the walls of the toilets advertising sex or asking for hung men to meet in there and fuck. Being gay myself it had always interested me as I had never seen any evidence of anyone having sex in the toilets or cottages as the gay cruising com...
Malta, 1815 Billy woke in the late evening and reached over beside him to find the bed empty. He looked over to the French doors out onto the garden on the cliff overlooking Malta's Valetta harbor, with its vast array of ships' masts in view beyond the edge of the garden. He sat up on the side of the bed, opened the drawer of the nightstand, and took out a...
Author note: Only two more chapters to go! ----------------------- "That was quick," Shackleton snapped, turning to Deal. "I expected you to take your time." "Yes, he is very attractive," Deal said as he stepped behind Shackleton. "But he was already spent. Wes, remember not to wear him out in the future. I prefer Sid fresh." "I'm not that particular,"...
I didn't know how he'd managed to get me into a pity fuck. I had tried to let him down easy, working toward that for a couple of weeks, nearly as long as our fling had been going on. I didn't think it was my fault that the daddy he'd been two timing left him when he found out. I hadn't known Timothy was in a partnership when we started up our arrangement. I...
Chapter 08: The Cup and Eagle Mrs. Featherwink thrust her fat fingers into the empty space beneath the floorboards and felt around in the hope that it wasn't gone. Her fortune. Her future. Dried mouse droppings rolled in the dust as she scrabbled at the empty space. She pushed her hand farther and touched nothing but shit and wood. If it had not been for th...