Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. Damon Reid vs Tristan Thomas *** Tristan entered his father's office after a quick dash to the bathroom, and sat down in the couch facing his father and Damon. He couldn't help but notice the way Damon's mouth was set in a grim line, jaw tense. Was he angry? Was he as confused as he was? One thing was clear though,...
The night was getting long. The giant antique clock at the far end of the long room where Shailesh has his cabin chimed 1 am quietly. At the office reception foyer unopened dinner packets ordered by a few employees were lying unattended. The exceedingly sexually attractive receptionist with an appropriately seductive husky voice, over whom most men in the of...
My name is Steve and I grew up in a small town of about twenty thousand where everyone pretty much knew everyone. We all went to school from kindergarten through high school together. My best friend my whole life was Jason, we were joined at the hip and during summers we would sometimes spend weeks at a time at each other's houses. We talked about lots of gu...
The entrance to The Diogenes stood amidst the elite of London's Gentlemen Clubs but two minutes from Whitehall. Sandwiched between the Explorers and Cavalry the unnamed and unnumbered entrance presented nothing more than another marble portico in an already abundant forest. As I descended from the hansom the door opened miraculously as if by some invisible h...
He was half Italian and half Portuguese and easily the sexiest bear I had ever seen. He had jet black hair and a neat, trimmed but very dense black beard that framed his full, shapely red lips. His eyes were of the deepest blue and they sparkled when he talked to you, making you feel like you were the only person that had ever mattered in the whole wide worl...
"So you were the guy my brother left a thousand to in his will." "Who are you?" I asked whilst cleaning out old Badger's allotment shed. He'd left that to me too and as a token of respect and remembering our wonderful times together. I wanted to keep it spick and span. "I am Clive, Badger's younger brother, so he left you his shed as well, you and he must...
I see Sean four mornings a week at the gym. He runs the treadmill and I swim, but our schedules are close enough that we arrive at nearly the same time and finish our workouts a few minutes apart. I thought this a coincidence, at first. But I knew better when I got to know him, and learned to appreciate him in unimaginable ways. Our lockers are in the same...
Sweaty and naked with his hand wrapped around his throbbing, leaking erection Seth went to rise to fend off the invader in his tent. He let go of his cock, which slapped against his stomach leaving a streak of precum across his abs. He grabbed his large flashlight with one hand and propped himself up on his opposite elbow. His abs rippled together and his ha...
All through high school, I'd been obsessed with rowing. It was my primary mode of exercise and the sport that I watched religiously. There was just one problem—I wasn't tall enough or strong enough to be much of a rower myself. At 5'5" and 130 pounds, I never grew into the man and rower that I hoped to be. Instead, I'd been relegated to the role of coxswain:...
Jacopo leaned against the lamp post and rolled a cigarette as he watched the big ship pull into the harbor. The war was over and the enemy had been defeated. Trade had restarted almost immediately. Everyone wanted a fast recovery, the rich wanted to be richer and the poor just wanted jobs. Jacopo lit his cigarette and tossed the black match away. He took a d...