(Author's Note: This is the third installment in the brownstone series. In reading order it is Michael, chapters 1 and 2, Charles chapters 1,2 and 3.) * When I woke up I was in my bed. There wasn't a part of my body that didn't hurt. The nausea I felt earlier reared its ugly head and within a moment of being awake I started throwing up. Peter just held my...
The next moment he was off down the clinic hallway. I made my way to the outer office, walking in a happy daze. I walked out of the building and started the journey back to the hotel by foot. It was a beautiful day in Vegas -- in the high 60s and I wanted the exercise. I walked the 4 miles back to the hotel. During my walk I checked in with my wife. I told...
"Now John. When I say 'wake'." Jack says as he gets close, "You are going to confess to me that not only are you a straight, married man like you always have been. But you will also believe you are in devastating love with my genitals." "Yes Jack..." "Right then." Jack takes a step back and snaps his fingers "Wake!" SNAP! Jack blinks awake and glances do...
It's Friday and I'm fidgety and in a bad mood. Part of it may be that I haven't had a chance to confirm with Crispin. Saving him from bullying is mostly keeping Jay and them distracted from that crowd, which means a lot of clowning and talking loudly about random shit whenever Crispin or one of his friends walk by. I can't get close to him, but I have this h...
He doesn't know I've been watching him back. I feel badly about it most days; I watch him get shoved out of the way, I watch his books get smacked out of his hand, and I watch his underwear get pulled so far out of his pants it's a wonder the fabric doesn't rip. Part of me wants to interfere and consequences be damned, but the other part of me gets irritate...
Author's Long-Winded Note: Hello all! Well, I feel like I owe everyone an apology and an explanation. First, I'm sorry that I've dropped the story. Secondly, as for an explanation, my mom, some time ago, was diagnosed with Progressive Supria Nuclear Palsy, which is a degenerative neurological disorder. I had to move her closer to me and also had to take awa...
It had taken me a couple of days to fully recover from Vinny's huge dick. It took that long for my asshole to eventually contract back to its original size. I still couldn't believe that I had fit and taken Vinny's thick black cock in my ass. I had wondered when our next encounter might be coming. That next Friday night, my roommate Bob's gorgeous girlfrie...
TURNED OUT ON A BET, PT. 3 In which the best-laid clans of men often go astray The Seventh-Inning Stretch How does the saying go?--The balls have reasons that reason itself knows not of? I was in a funk. Mess hall coffee tastes even worse when your head spins with an impossible scheme. It was a simple question, really: How do I stretch the asshole of an u...
Darryl Powers was on his way to one of the two popular nightclubs he owned. His new sissyboi, Benji, was beside him. The boi looked pensive and vulnerable, especially sitting next to Darryl. At 6'5 and a muscled but well-sculpted 230 pounds Darryl dwarfed the, for lack of a better word, 'petite' college boy sitting next to him. Anyone seeing the two pass b...
Warning: This story contains incest. Author's Note: This is an expansion and retelling of the previously posted story "Home Repairs." ***** Stephanie rolled her eyes listening to the boys tell their tales for the umpteenth time. Even though they got together just about every weekend, it was always the same thing and the same stories with them. However, de...