Warning: I write love stories with graphic sex. Sometimes the lovers are of the same gender. So if love offends you, you'd best move on. MJL ***** As I sat in the unknown room, blindfolded, my hands tied behind my back, I was apprehensive, but not really scared. While it’s true there had been stories around for years about hazing stunts gone terribly wrong...
Thank you for your patience and for continuing to read the tale of Scott and Connor. You may want to re-read Chapters 5 and 6 to pick up the thread of the story. ***** Chapter Seven: Scott: "So, what about it, will you come for the holidays?" I looked up from my papers and turned around in my desk chair as I asked the question. Connor was stretched ou...
Pussy. That's what he needed. Pussy or a good blowjob, and he would be getting one of the two, or maybe both, within the hour. Jason was six foot two with more muscles than most of the guys in his frat house. Meaning pussy was not a problem. What was a problem though, was clingy bitches the day after. He was pretty good at spotting those girls from far away...
2014 "Mom..." In a fog, Connor barely recognized his own voice. It was harsh, croaking, and weak. "Connor, baby, I'm here," she said. "I'm right here." "Connor, can you hear us? Do you know where you are?" Connor knew that voice. "Da... Dad..." "Yes, it's me. Connor, we're here." "Wh... where... where are..." Each word was a struggle, and Connor was...
I was having a dream about the ravishing I had taken from Mistress when I noticed two feelings that seemed too real for a dream, one, my ass was burning from the fucking I had taken but it was a good burn, and two my cock was achingly hard and it felt all the world like someone was stroking it. I opened my eyes to a beautiful sight, my cock was being stroke...
I woke up the next morning at close to noon, with my hair matted and the bed still damp, smelling of his piss and our dried cum. I went to my front yard and picked up the newspaper. It had war news on the front page. The country was considering sending regular combat troops to Vietnam. I hadn't thought about the draft but I knew it could happen. I didn't wan...
After laying in bed just enjoying each other's presence for about twenty minutes we decided to check out August's journal since it was still too early to go to the private chamber. The first part was a far more detailed and romanticized telling of his first sexual encounter with Ol' Fred. Kyle looked almost embarrassed to be hearing the old man's private int...
At first Chet thought the older man staring at him from across the bar at the top of the cruise ship was Jamaican. The man engaged his attention because he had the most compelling light-gray eyes, which went really well with his silver-gray hair and the black suit with black silky shirt and black tie with a hash pattern of silver strands. But the thought tha...
I had found it when I was searching for a gag gift for my roommate's birthday. I'm Kyle by the way. A decently attractive 19 year old college guy with a nice athletic build that was the result of years of sports like track and swimming during High School. I have dirty blond hair, some nice defined abs and a nice girthy 7 inch uncut cock that got me plenty of...
Adam sighed as he opened his eyes, his alarm blaring in his ear. Jessica was curled up next to him and he smiled at her as she opened her eyes sleepily. "Ugh. Turn it off babe." Jessica's voice was thick with sleep. Adam reached over him and hit the alarm, glaring at the red light as it read 6:00 am. He hated waking up early, it was like a curse to him. H...