Thank you all who have been reading and following along. I always appreciate getting feedback. It helps with becoming a better writer and it's always an ego boost, so feel free to reach out. I will always respond! The usual spiel: This isn't a stroke story, (more porn with plot.) Be warned, it's very long. 33+ chapters, and many sexless ones to come before...
Riley grabbed the bars of the headboard and arched his body into the touch. It was so dark. He didn't know if the darkness was because it was night, or if he wore a blindfold. In the midst of overwhelming pleasure, he found he couldn't bring himself to care. Other than the mouth on the bare flesh of his chest, teasing his aching nipples, there was no touch...
It was pitch black when Benny woke up. He lay absolutely still for a couple of seconds, fighting a losing battle against nausea as he tried to figure out where the hell he was. The only thing he was really sure of at the moment was that throwing up in a strange bed would not a good thing. He dizzily shoved at the weight lying across his stomach, wondering ho...
Military School 2nd Year The summer break was about 2 ½ months. I had about two weeks left and found myself in a serious condition. The encounter with Bill and Bo weighed heavily on my mind. I would go from shear horror to new heights of arousal. I had never planned on sucking a cock. To be truthful I had not even seen any hardcore porn movies like Bills be...
Part 2 : Winter is Cumming On a cold winter day...about four days after my humiliating (and very gay) 'lose' to Brian...I was in the shower thinking about our bet and what happened between us. I still haven't cum to terms with the fact that I swallowed Brian's...I can't even say. Shame poured onto me like the water of the boiling hot shower. I can't believ...
Lying on my bed, I held my phone over my face, scrolling through my Twitter feed as I tried passing the time on the dull Saturday afternoon. It wasn't much help, though, because it was the fifth time I had refreshed my timeline in the span of thirty minutes. I could play some video games or something, but I didn't really feel like it. I even went to the ex...
Salt Lucius Ulysses Tennery hated his mother, and for many and various reasons—not just because her dark sense of humour had made his teenage years a living hell. Her vexacious naming of him so traumatised him that, at thirteen, he retreated from reality entirely, gavaunting about the place with a cast of imaginary friends (he was certain 'gavaunt' was a wo...
Never thought I would turn out like this. Never. Thought I was straight. Damn straight. No problems. No way did I have anything to do with the limp-wristed, simpering assholes marching in all the Gay Rights parades and cavorting on the TV coverage as if they wished they had tits. No way. I was a man. I had balls. Just graduated from Officer Candidate Scho...
[start of recording] Do you want anything before we start? Water, coffee, soda? Maybe some water? Sure, let me grab you a water bottle. Have a seat. I'll be right back and then we'll do a quick sound check. Gotcha. [faint humming] Here you go. How do the headphones feel? Are they comfortable? They feel fine. Great, we'll talk a bit while I check leve...
Greg pushed the button on the treadmill to make it speed up slightly. He could feel the ache starting in the right side of his stomach but he felt restless. Around him were people in various levels of fitness running, jogging or walking on the other treadmills. The gym was fairly packed for a Saturday evening but he'd been lucky enough to find an empty spot....