The Shattered Expectations of New Locations Sometimes, living inside your mind can be far preferable to reality. For most people, that's one of the main purposes of dreams: to live out the things we would never do, or say, or feel, when forced into the real world. We can be anything we want to be, change the parts of ourselves we wish were different, and...
Tuesday September 14, 1988 10:55 pm Here I Go Again. Oh God oh fuck oh God. The locker room. Today. I still can't fucking believe it, my hands are shaking so bad I almost can't write this. Coach was really pissed because we had such a bad practice. Mostly he was pissed at Travis and me because we kept screwing up the snaps. I was too distracted knowing h...
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. All characters are eighteen years of age, especially the non-human one. Enjoy. Because the lunch hour was split into 'A' and 'B' sections, Jim Goldberg and Will Durante had to wait a half hour to take their usual seats on the bleachers. They brought their lunches with them, of course, but it wasn't the sorry c...
This story is about Chris and Justin, roommates in their sophomore year at college. From their first day together, Justin asserted his Alpha Male dominance, and essentially turned Chris into his live-in submissive - a situation that, while occasionally violent, ultimately pleased them both. During one of Justin's violent episodes, Chris found solace in the a...
The three of us became a . . . well trio I guess. Shane and I paired up on a regular basis, and occasionally I got that itch that he scratched so well. Sometimes Shane would bring Marc, and he was always eager to play. His initial exposure to man-on-man sex might have been on the rough side, but he didn't seem to mind. There was a rhythm to it all and everyo...
Bryce's left hand was groping against the tile wall, looking for something stable to grab onto as he felt every muscle start to tense up. "I've got to cum. I NEED to cum. FUCK I want to shoot my cum!" His eyes were closed tight. His mouth gaped open in a silent scream of pleasure and ecstasy. But just before he released his seed, Bryce looked down at his coc...
The pickup basketball game at the dorm ran late and I had to get out to the polo field lickety-split or I'd miss the start of practice. So, I stripped off my T and used it to dry off my chest and pits, tossed it in the backseat of the trusty vintage T-Bird convertible, and roared off toward the mountains, toward the practice field at the Moss Grove winery in...
A black leather gloved hand crawls like a spider up my leg, leaving in it's wake a trail of tingling flesh. It lingers to caress the muscles of my inside thigh before a single leather finger slips between my ass cheeks, stealing softly towards my asshole. A dark figure leans in close, his hot breath scorches my skin as he whispers, "Who owns your ass?" My...
Okay. I have to admit I messed up the age thing...I mean, Jake's in my eyes old enough to drink, but that's because I'm German and we're allowed into clubs and for drinking with 18. sorry for that. I will no longer promise to do the next part faster because it seems to make me unreliable ;) The first part this time can be seen as a kind of...sequel. It is t...
He took a long slow breath as he stepped onto the cracked concrete. His first free breath in almost six years and he savored it. His wide chocolate brown nostrils flared, his eyes closed, Neville Sinclair was a free man again. With his long thick arms stretched up above his head he raised to the tip toes of his black leather construction boots and let the br...