Julian "Ride me hard, baby." With a loud cry, Chris impaled himself on my cock. He sank down steadily until he'd taken me fully inside him, the both of us moaning when his ass landed against my pelvis. "Fuck, Julian," he groaned. "I swear you feel bigger than last time." "You mean three days ago?" My teasing laugh turned into something closer resembling...
I was recently asked to write a story of how Jesse and Steve met. For fans of DM, I have to confess I only started watching it after Jesse was already an established character and never saw how the series introduced him or how he and Steve first met. However I think there is a great chemistry between the characters and that they make a great couple. So this...
On this particular night I had decided to step inside a café. Not one of those trendy ones with surly employees and background music more suitable for night-clubs, but one with a warm and friendly, relaxed atmosphere that smelled of cinnamon. Just the kind I like. Sometimes I almost felt like one of them, sitting there and sharing that warmth. It was a sooth...
"Isn't that precious," the matron sitting to my left in the Minstrel dining room of the cruise ship was saying. "A young man has taken his father on a cruise. And he's so attentive to the older man's needs. I so wish my grandson... uh, my son... John could be like that." That was Margaret. Sheila, sitting to my right and a little close for comfort, agreed w...
[All characters are over the age of 18] Todd and Brad had been at camp for about three days and were sitting on the front porch, looking out over the lake and relaxing after having lunch. Neither was in that big a hurry to get back to fishing. They had been fishing just about non-stop since they had arrived and they had caught a ton of fish. Besides, the fi...
Author's Note: I suppose most of these notes are self-evident, but I include them here to circumvent getting comments about them later. I've read many a story where the comments section has left me scratching my head; it's always a good reminder to me that, just because an author puts something in a story, it doesn't mean (s)he endorses or agrees with it. A...
Over breakfast, while my Uncle Rob was describing the sight that had greeted him when he'd opened our bedroom door that morning, he said the first thing that struck him was the snarl on my face. "The snarl?" Marcus had asked. "Don't you mean smirk?" "No, Shane was definitely snarling," Uncle Rob chuckled over at us, pouring some milk on his cornflakes. "Ey...
Fynn stood at the dock's edge staring into the dark waters. It was just one week before his birthday, October 31st. Halloween. However, Fynn would not be there to celebrate either. There was nothing to live for. Better to get it over with. He thought of the water surrounding him like a cocoon as he was dragged down. Just slip away quietly, no fuss, no bother...
We had got drunk together numerous times, as part of a group, and just us I suppose, once or twice, he'd crashed at mine as well, a few times, came back for some chilli, a floor space. He was sort of funny, a little older than me, smart, he lived miles away. Once we were at mine, a room in a shared house, we were sitting on my bed, and he started to stroke m...
It didn't take his dad long to figure out he messed up his hand pretty bad. About as long as it took for him to try to take off the hoodie the officer had given him. He tried to hide the wince, but his dad was on it. Danny's dad did let him eat the Chinese that arrived ten minutes after they did, but mostly because he said the pain medication they'd give hi...