The pickup truck pulled to a stop. I was in the front seat of a Ryan's car, on my stomach laying across the wide bench front seat of the pickup truck. My ass was sticking in the air and the high schooler's strong hand was on it, squeezing. My head was in Ryan's lap, licking up and down on his massive, mostly-erect, teenage cock. At the moment, I was playi...
When I first saw him, he was sitting on a park bench (and, no, he was not eyeing little girls with bad intent). He was reading a book. Later, I would come to understand that this was his default state. In this instance, the book was William Gibson's Neuromancer. I was pleased. Literate and sexy; the intellect and the libido are inseparable after all, or sho...
Anything to save her from him Life was good. As police chief of the sweetest little town in the country--we used to say Quiquonia had so many "Qu's" in its spelling because it was the quietest little town in the state--I was in charge of a real-world Mayberry. I was the Andy Griffith--Chief of the Quiquonia PD. The only crime in town was the occasional par...
He certainly looked like a big brute when he had arrived in the hotel room, and with all that muscle, he provided me the hope that he could touch me where I needed to be touched, take care of my need, and give me relief. But it hadn't happened. Once again it hadn't happened. I was beginning to think there really was such a thing as wearing your hole out, as...
This is not a story in the traditional sense. There is no plot, there is only a small hint at the end about motivation and that there is a wider story. It is a description of a sexual event. It was inspired by seeing some photos on a blog about sex between men of disparate sizes. It is told from the perspective of the small guy. Naked. Face down. Flat on...
Emile had found this one particularly sweet, not only his openness to Emile and his willingness, his welcoming nature, but the wholesome, honest smells of the earth and of lush vegetation that came off of the gardener's robust, young body. Emile hovered there, his gigantic, peace-bringing cock nearly twelve inches inside the beautiful blond prime cut of a m...
When I returned from putting myself back together after experiencing the pile, I found Brian sitting primly at the Bourbon Street Pub's bar, apparently no worse the wear from the poundings he'd gotten from the manrammer and the Jamaican's own rammer and playing kissy face with yet another shorts-only dude. I pushed the dude off Brian with a "this one's mine"...
It was a long shot, but Langley said the station in Mongu had to do something, so quick plans were made and a team from the special section was sent out to Central Africa. A new war lord had risen in the remote province to the east, and, as remote as the province was, it was about the most important region to U.S. interests in the whole of Africa. The magic...
I had been jittery and conflicted for the entire two weeks since I'd seen that big black topping a guy at a pool party in Bangkok. I had been bottoming for a Swede in a nearby patio lounge when I looked over and saw this monster cock jackhammering in out of the other guy—who clearly was in seventh heaven—and I almost melted on the spot. I was conflict, thoug...
The last two visits share a certain thread, one that is irresistible. Indulging in the sort of decadent fun associated with visiting a bathhouse, being anally pleasured in public. There are different varieties of anal delights, but it is unusual to experience them twice in a row. The first extended session involved the porn room, sitting on the top tier, s...