I was early, and my car still smelled like cum, even though I'd left the windows cracked all day. I wasn't too worried about someone breaking into my car while I was at work—they watched the VP spots pretty closely. Then again, those security cameras could be a double-edged sword. I was being watched too, and leaving at four on a Wednesday was not exactly ok...
Admonishing silence, Cal held his big hand over my mouth as his bent elbow kept my knee raised and trapped. Impaled on my man's 10 inch piece, flat on my back, both legs up and spread. Toes curled. His other hand sexily prodded my assring at the point of that big dick's entry. His favorite way of getting off, he had told me. Locking to my eyes, feeling his...
When I was just out of college I went on a trip with Joe, my boyfriend at the time, to the mid-sized Illinois city where he grew up. Most of his family still lived there including his brothers Mike and Lee who, on our first night staying at Joe's parents' house, came over for dinner. His brothers were a total trip -- loud and funny, constantly cracking joke...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** A few years back, when I still lived in the city, I was dating a girl and we had a very kinky relationship. I was her slutty little bi-sexual boyfriend and we had an open relationship. We had a couple of MMF threesomes with guys she knew, and she always got off really well...
The day went by with Klaus seeing about his work, and Jake just observing from the corner he had been placed. Well, it was not exactly a corner, but it definitely felt like it. On the other hand, he was free to stare at the man, and that made up for everything. He had to admit he was pretty impressed. He heard Klaus talking on the phone in a language that h...
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...
The barber's hands are quick and sure, sending dustings of red hair down the cutting cape tied around Richie's neck. "And there you are, sir," says Tom, twirling his scissors with a flourish. He holds up a little square mirror. "How's the back look?" Richie squirms as Tom spins him in his chair, prickly hair trickling down the back of his shirt. Even the w...
"Here Prada. Her-ee Prada," Jon sings lightly, shaking a bag of dog treats that cost more than his iPhone. "Where the fuck did you go little doggie?" He exhales once, fighting off the approaching panic attack. If he doesn't have Lydia's dog when she gets back from giving a lecture at Yale, she'll cut his balls off. And while Jon hasn't recently used his bal...
"The interview went well?" "Yes, it did." "You didn't think it would, did you? You thought Cole would queer it." Tab and Ben Semple were sitting out on the deck of Tab's waterside cottage overlooking the north end of Plymouth Bay on the estate of the man Tab had found handyman work with and who wanted Tab near enough to visit when his family wouldn't miss...
Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong === Darkness and oppressive heat. Steam hissing up from vents in the floor. Metal and machinery clanking and rumbling unseen. The air heavy with oil and sweat; thick with the stink of hard labour. Walking forwards, dodging chains and scaffolding, figures coming into view through the gloom. Grou...