Chapter 3 Bud took a swig of the whiskey and washed it down with a swallow of beer, cleansing his mouth of the taste of my cock and cum. He laid on his back on the sleeping bag and beckoned me to him, to his hairy body, his lowhanging balls, ass for rimming as he had done me, to his big hard cock. Bud had just sucked me off and swallowed my cum; the first...
There are scenes of unprotected sex depicted in this story. In all cases it was between the two main characters, who are in a committed, monogamous relationship and were tested. If you aren't in the same kind of relationship, then you should always protect yourself and wear a condom. Mitch looked up as Josh walked into the living room, and couldn't help...
Author's note: The following depicts a while male master sexually dominating a black male slave in the period just before the Civil War. I have every intent of writing a black male dom/white male sub story that takes just after the war. If the racial politics of this fiction upsets you, please skip it. When in the summer of 1859 I returned to my family's...
This is the first part of a series of encounters between the main character, Eric and several other men. The story is completely fictional. ***** Eric didn't really know how or when it happened, but at some point during college he had left his Christian upbringing and morals behind. According to his parents he was a "depraved perverted piece of filth", and...
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...
I could feel his hand gently squeezing my ass through the fabric of my jeans and the stretch lace panties Bill likes so much to see my tender tail wrapped in. It was a sensation that I dearly loved. I twisted my hips just enough to let him know I felt him, and that I approved. I loved the way Bill touched me, and I loved the way our relationship had evolved....
The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to people, living or dead, and events, present or past, is strictly coincidental. None of the story's contents are designed to libel any particular people or groups. No rights are claimed on any of the real songs and lyrics sung or heard by characters within the story's narrative. They belong to thei...
What I am about to write here is part confession and part catharsis. However, it isn't something I feel guilty about because it was forced on me. I would never have chosen to do the things I was made to do on that warm night in May 1865. What I do feel guilty about, what I do need confess is that I can't seem to stop repeatedly committing those acts. You'll...
Stephen* He eventually got a ride back to the hospital and with a few minutes to spare. He wished he had gone back to the hotel and had a shower and changed his clothes but oh well...It wasn't as if this was a real date and truthfully there was something off about Justin. "Hey"! A loud shout made Stephen jump and he turned to see a freshly showered Just...
For about the millionth time Jimmy caught himself staring at the door of the Broken Saddle. With a snarl he turned on his bar stool and stared vacantly at the stage. He cussed himself for hoping that Cooper would walk through the door looking for him. It had been nearly a month since Cooper dropped him off at his house and the coward hadn't shown his face si...