The five months between the groundbreaking blow job from Derek in the first hours of the new year; and being decked-out in the regalia of Pope-like burgundy robes and funny hats, for our high school graduation the second day of June; had been a completely mixed bag. I don't think even Planters has as big a variety in their largest 'assorted nuts' cans, as th...
Thanks so much to elno2015 for taking the time to review and help with this chapter. If you haven't yet, you should absolutely take the time to read her series, Woodbridge Academy. She's an incredible writer! Sorry for the delay on posting this chapter, it's an important one and I wanted everything to make sure it was done right. Hope you enjoy! ***** Luc...
Chapter 48: Indirect Syrinx hums as she ran the brush in her hair in front of the mirror. She smiles at the purple highlights in her dark red hair, just freshly dried from dying it. She sings a wordless hymn as she puts down the brush, and her delicate hands plucked up a couple of violet crystalline earrings. Her melody continues, even as she hears the foo...
Nailed at the Gym Nick hadn't gone back to the farm since Francis had fucked him. It had been a week since the best Monday of his life, but Nick was far too scared to go back. He wasn't sure if Francis would be happy or pissed to see him. Was Francis fucking him so hard and rough supposed to be some sort of punishment for spying on him? And if it wasn't, wa...
Trent watched the eyes of the hunky Norwegian UN contingent soldier widen and flash as he jerked and his body shuddered. Trent knew the soldier had filled the bulb of his condom. This was confirmed when he pulled out, went up on his knees on the pool table top, and turned and high-fived the next hunky Norwegian UN contingent coming up on the pool table. Tre...
"What?" My trembling hand wiped my feverish brow. "I think I'm bisexual," I blurted out as she held me tightly. "I ..." "Love, tell me something I don't know!" "What! You knew?" My voice incredulous; hers flippant. "I sort of knew all along." Her fingers wrapped themselves around my hand and stroked it gently. "Been waiting for you to realise." "What?"...
He had his dick inside me a half hour after we'd met. Jorgen was that good, he was. It also was like I was fucking myself. Almost a mirror image, which was no less surprising because he was Scandinavian and I'm an American—never knowing before then that my ancestry might have been Scandinavian too. Granted I'd entered the beach bar in Brindisi, Italy, to ge...
"Make yourself at home," I said. "I will see what I can concoct in the kitchen." He followed me, and when I touched the refrigerator handle he circled his arms around me from behind. "This is what I want to concoct," He said, pushing his cock against my ass. I turned in his arms. Our eyes locked in question, then in answer. His powerful arms pulled me tigh...
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May 14th, 1969 was a day that Kenny Holmes would never forget, and not because it happened to be his 18th birthday either. It was a day that he had been looking forward to for quite some time, and the anticipation was making his heart race as the bus neared the end of the route. Kenny got off the bus a block before his destination because he didn't want to...