My divorce was final and I was beginning to understand what it really cost me. It wasn't the attorney's bill, the lost equity in the house, or the lump sum I paid to avoid monthly alimony. I'd recover from all of that. No, the real cost was the realization that my sex life was probably over. I'm 45 and I'm no Chris Hemsworth. Not even an aging Chris Hemswort...
The two novice men were disrobed, the ends of their flinching horns, the heads of which glistened in the shady filtered sunlight with the excretions of liquid excitement, they embraced tightly and their mouths were open and tongues extended for the duels of fevered kisses of passion. The audience of one, a maiden betrothed to one, was not herself defrocked o...
This story is a treasure memory. I took to the gym in my late teens, having been a fat kid. Fat kids were rare in those days. I guess that being more numerous now, perhaps there is less stigma attached to being "The fat kid", maybe not but when I see so many obese children waddling about the supermarket and I remember how much effort it has taken to recover...
This work is copyrighted and is property of the author. If gay stories offend you or if they are illegal in your area, leave. Any resemblance to any people alive or dead, or any event is purely coincidental. If any of the main characters resemble you...well, lemme find my number... Chapter 2 Sebastian was in a bitch of a mood. He maneuvered his utility ren...
This is a 100% true story. Because of that, I might forget some details, as I am trying to explain my experience from yesterday. I get off early every Friday. I typically like to celebrate getting off early by downing a couple beers, and smoking a spliff or 3. Yesterday, my back and neck were feeling a little tight from sitting at a desk and staring at my c...
Thanks to all for the lovely comments. Its close to completion Diante' left Jared in bed and left to go take a shower. He'd called Vince to let him know everything was done and that he could come home so they could talk. The student was really interested in having a threesome but he knew it could only happen if all three agreed to do it. In his own way, he...
It was Tuesday, August 14th. The next morning Roy and I would skip ahead to my final stand in Jasper, Tennessee. As we lay in bed, his lips widened into a mischievous grin while he watched me play with his engorged cock. My sense of adventure with his considerable assets had blossomed by then and I frequently explored new ways to enjoy them. He obviously sa...
*Sorry for the delay, I recently had to do a lot of studying and had very little time for Lit, but I hope I can churn out a few more stories now. All characters are 18+* * Brekken was the name of the Scots-Irish cook. He was a mostly strait man, but he had found out that he had a fondness for boys later in life. He liked to watch the younger sailors with...
I had two weeks of vacation and planned to enjoy my time off with a canoe trip through Minnesota's Boundary Waters. My girlfriend couldn't get away from work, so I was on my own. I loaded the truck with my fishing gear, tied the canoe on top and left Portland late Sunday night. By Monday afternoon, I was flying down State Highway 20 in the middle-of-fucking-...
Part Eleven: By mid-April Roy and I were in Cordele, Georgia, working our way up I75 on our way to Tennessee. Roy got us through the advance work for the stand there in time to have a day off. He knew of a swimming hole outside of town he said would be ideal for a skinny dip. It was our first since the one that preceded him inviting me into his bed. That s...