The lad grinned across at me, pleased for the lift. I wasn't going exactly where he wanted, but I could take him to a motorway junction twenty miles short without too much of a detour. He'd have to sort himself out from there: either stand in the cold with his thumb sticking out, like he had before I pulled up, or otherwise pay for a bus. He didn't look lik...
The Adventures of Urlen, Chapter 11 The dim light from the car's dashboard was just sufficient for me to see the last dribbles from Fred's splendid cock reach my thumb and forefinger, which were wrapped warmly round his pulsating shaft. His shapely dickhead gleamed softly as the sticky/slippery spunk finished its last ooze and the spasms came to an end. He...
This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may in...
This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may in...
Chapter 01: The Journey Begins Archer Mason leaned indolently, in true southern gentlemanly fashion, against a pillar nearest the patio doors of the ballroom, the requisite mint julep in his right hand, and an unlit Cuban dangling from the fingers of his left. Eyes the color of bourbon glittered in expectation as he watched the velvet beauty across the roo...
Nothing is what it seems Dedicated to tampabayed * "Sorry, Eddie. That's just the way it is. Buck up, you'll get over it." He smiled like a poker player, no humor. "You'll find another cock to suck." "Chucky! Don't leave me!" When Ed heard the restroom door close behind his ex-lover, he pulled the stall door shut, put his head down on his knees, and c...
This story is erotic fiction meant for mature readers and should only be read by adults over the age of eighteen years old. Please do not use my stories without my permission. When Dad called my brothers and me into his den at 10 AM on a Saturday morning last September, I was nervous. I knew what it was all about, of course, because dad filled Lionel an...
I opened my eyes to morning light filtering into the hotel bedroom. Bruce's white noise machine was still putting forth its synthesized ocean noises. I reached over and turned the volume down, yawned and stretched. Next to me Charlie was still asleep, as were Bruce and Lloyd in the other bed. I looked at the clock. Seven-thirty. Kind of early for a Saturday...
When I found out the gymnastics world championships were going to take place in my hometown, I immediately signed up to volunteer at the men's event. Let's be honest here. Gymnastics is a fascinating display of skill and grace and discipline, but as far as I'm concerned, the best part is the pumped-up sweaty guys grunting and flexing their massive muscles a...
Author's note: This story was written while I was self-locked in chastity, and the locations are loosely inspired by real locations that I have been to with friends. This is otherwise a work of fiction which involves accounts of some things I haven't done (yet!) so hopefully it mostly rings true. Your comments and constructive criticism are more than welcome...