(Well my pups here's is chapter 4 hope you enjoy Disclaimer: All characters involved in sexual relationships are over 18 years of age, and no minors are sexually exploited in this content. In no way are actual events or persons depicted. This is my own fictional story and my characters and my places are mine and my own. Also I thank Tia my new editor she is...
*** The following is a work of fiction. Those who find similarity to any persons living or dead are really taking it way too seriously. The characters depicted are of adult age, even if they don't act like it. Though we're all adults here, certain elements may offend some readers: * graphic descriptions of sexual activity * MM anal intercourse * nonconse...
Cliff and Scott live only in my imagination, therefore they are able to do things that may not be considered safe in the real world. 4) June, July Scott looked over his shopping list, before glancing at Cliff, his love, sitting across the table from him. It was late June; they had been together for about two and a half months now, and Cliff's hair was not...
A/N: This series contains (or will contain) gay sex, incest, bdsm, bondage, vampires (which may lead to very, very tame blood play). There may be instances of non-con/reluctance. If any of this makes you uncomfortable, do not read on. You've been warned. *** I pulled the girl's young body against mine. My hand was clamped tightly over her mouth, stifling...
Oh my god! I'm naked except for a pair of slutty fire truck red platform high heels, you know the kind you call 'fuck me shoes'. I'm on a bed with David this great looking black guy and Saul, his white gay curly brown hair partner, with the dashing goatee, kind of a Jewish swashbuckler thing going with that goatee. Saul and David are built tall and solidly m...
Billy ripped open the envelope. The big state college's seal on the front meant this is what he had been waiting for. At 5'9", with blond hair and blue eyes and a cute face and swimmer's build, Billy was very excited about the upcoming college experience. Already being accepted and the start of his freshmen year just a month away, he knew that this letter wo...
"I will not buy boys," Xanthos said with a dismissive wave of his hand, although the gleam in his eyes suggested otherwise. "They are unreliable and too inexperienced, and they break the crockery while playing their childish games." "These are no boys, excellency," the slave master simpered. "These are all past their playing stage and have been trained in s...
I'd come out here to the park to try to calm down. The slight wedge of a townhouse I'd rented on Savannah's Lafayette Square was hardly big enough to turn around in, let alone pace in. It was essentially one continuous shot-gun room downstairs, a twelve by eight-foot foyer with a spiral staircase—entered from the street, followed by the "big" room, a twelve...
This true account of the activities of a mature 50'ish guy continues from my first time at a bathhouse entitled The Making of a Real Bathhouse Slut. As I drove home from the bathhouse the first week I had a hundred different things going through my head, one of which was guilt. I quickly realized that after years of no sex with my wife there was really noth...
Josh pumped his legs, lifting the weights on the machine, and stole glances off to the side. It was all he could do not to stare at the handsome man doing easy reps on the bench, not far away. He had a bulky, well-sculpted frame. He was broad-shouldered and square jawed. That jawline sported an immaculately trimmed beard that put Josh in mind of an idealize...