Daddy Dom Tom is a tall man at 6'3". He is not a muscle head, but he keeps fit. Thick and solid... and hairy... everywhere. Keeping his black hair short, in a flat top cut, it had just the slightest hint of grey speckled throughout, just like his short cut, broad goatee He is of Latin decent so he had a beautiful olive tone to his skin that I thought contras...
ALL SEXUAL CONTACT IS BETWEEN ADULTS. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY SEXUAL RELATIONS BETWEEN MEN. ***** I saw his stomach muscles tighten and I knew he was ready to shoot his load. I moved closer to him, hoping some of his semen would land on me. I couldn't hold off any longer and he stepped back as I ejaculated, my cum firing out in thick whi...
Thanks for your kind words and encouragement! I am thankful for everyone who takes the time to read my stories. When I wrote the last chapter a year ago, they were going to Waffle House. This was before recent current events... I mean no disrespect by setting part of this chapter there. It's simply for the integrity and continuity of the story. For all int...
Author's Note: To my readers: starting with this Chapter, Part 10, I'm going to try to make the chapters a bit shorter, so I can upload more often. I had hoped to get past DJ 20th Birthday and Thanksgiving with this one, but they will be early in Part 11. (I think, I never know what these characters are going to do to upset my script!) * * * * * * From t...
Chapter 1 Rick Watson walked into the bar and looked around. He had no idea what had possessed him to come here. All he knew is it was his birthday and he wanted an adventure. Of course in his 21 years, he had never imagined he would spend his birthday in a gay bar. Rick realized he was gay a couple of years ago, when he accidentally walked in on his fathe...
Dakota considered himself the luckiest guy on earth. At a mere 22, he was the lover of one of the hottest guys ever - Bryan Hampton. The 5'5, pale slender man was cleaning out the boxes of stuff into their newly moved condo, unpacking and dusting, etc. In one box, he found his old Eastwood High yearbook and began flipping through the pages, reminiscing on pa...
Journal entry: July 5th, 1979 How has it come to this? I always thought I knew what I was capable of. And yet here I am planning this. Have I gone slightly mad and no one thought to tell me? Why have none of my friends clued me in? Freddie, Brian, Roger, John ... where were you guys when this insanity began to take hold of me? Why did not one of you tell me...
Author's Note: Happy Thanksgiving to those who celebrate! I hope to have the next (and possibly final) chapter up by/around Christmas! Thanks for reading! I hope you guys enjoy the second chapter of this story! ***** **Alex's Point of View** I woke to lips pressed gently against mine. What an amazing way to wake up. I kissed back, opening my eyes. "Hap...
The streets of Gwen were busy and packed with people shouting and moving back and forth. The mid-afternoon sun was high in the sky and beamed down upon the marketplace. Hagglers and vendors shouted their prices while farmers moved their oxs and wagons through the narrow streets. Visitors to the city would recognize the stone aqueducts, the finest architect...
I went over to the triple-sized shower stall and turned on the dual jets. Okay, I admit it-this was the real reason we'd bought this house. The architect apparently had a water fetish. Not only was the shower huge, it had a built-in bench and enough hoses and gadgets to fulfill any fantasies our vivid imaginations could think up. And the shower wasn't the...