I looked back and forth between an old friend and a new one as they faced off, wondering what was going to happen next. Will could and did make the argument of our shared history, while Terry could claim that whatever it was that was going on between him and me should take precedence. It felt kind of cool having these guys each vying for me, while at the sam...
*This is my first story so please leave comments and let me know how I can improve. Thanks and Part two is on the way.* ***** How the hell did it come to this!? Why am I enjoying it so much!? Face down in a pillow I ponder these questions as the man I hated pushes his fat dick into me. "So tight." I hear him growl. "This must really be your first time hu...
The past few months I haven't had the time to write. I have not abandoned "On the Beach" for the few of you patiently waiting. This is, in essence, a transcription of a dream I had a few nights ago. Don't blame LarryInSeattle if, during the last edit, I snuck an error or two back in. Enjoy. Please comment if there's something you like or don't like....
"Now that we have that cleared up, re-introductions are in order. I'm Derek and I didn't catch your name." The stranger held out his hand and replied, "I'm Jonathan Arlington but my friend's call me Nate. It's a pleasure to meet you, Derek." Handsome with Southern charm, how am I supposed to resist this man? Now I had to think of a way to keep him here wi...
It was the fantasy I never knew was mine. Tied to a tree in the humid isolation of the Amazon, my cock throbbed with excitement at the scene before me. My captor, who I knew only as The Stranger, was perhaps the most stunning example of masculinity I'd ever known. His strength was unsurpassable; his passion for me only matched by his violence against all w...
Author's Note: OK, so this one is a fantasy I have had for years. Growing up I didn't really have any friends, but that wasn't always true. I don't feel bad about not having friends as a kid now. I think it makes me better to my current friends. I also think all the time alone contributed to what little writing skill I have. Randy was a friend I had when I w...
An hour went by and Stoph looked at the clock. It was already 7:00. Steve should be getting home soon. But he hated to wake him. He looked so peaceful when he slept. Stoph began to kiss his throat and ear. Nuzzling him with his neck, trying to wake him up gently. "Meh," Steve muttered groggily. "Wake up, love," Stoph whispered into his ear. "Its 7:00, your...
Edmund didn't want to do anything today. In fact, he just wanted to stay home and forget everything that happened last night. The twenty-one-year-old man lay flat on his sofa and wallowed in the sort of sorrow brought upon by another person. And that was someone who could have been his only girlfriend in life. He tried to forget it, but he still remembered...
Moaning. It escaped from Boi's lips like a gentle breeze passing through the tree tops. Groaning. I couldn't tell if the sounds he emitted were of pleasure or despair. His eye's closed, lips parted only enough for the sounds to escape, Boi's facial muscles were contorted in a way difficult to read from my vantage point above, where I stood tied to a tr...
After Bobby Joe had fucked me up against a tree, he and Maurice went over to a picnic table then, and I just watched as Maurice rolled another condom on Bobby Joe's rising cock and they slowly aroused each other to the point where Bobby Joe laid Maurice on his back on the picnic table and held his legs up and out from his body, as he pumped away inside the g...