I made it back to my car, but that was the extent of my ambition. I was wiped. This pattern had become all too familiar lately—whipped into a frenzy, dangled for hours in a state of intense arousal, then relieved in an explosive burst that left me physically and emotionally spent. Too early to go home without arousing suspicion, too late to go back to work...
The bulk of this story is set back in the late seventies when we were all a lot younger and far more innocent. If you find some of the words and attitudes a bit old fashioned, well that was then and this is now. Moreover, in those pre-AIDs days, we didn't see the need for that much sexual hygiene. Why wear a condom? After all, no one was going to get pregnan...
The personal ad I wrote while stoned and horny: I'm looking for someone with a bit of a kinky streak. I'm tall, smart, funny -- you be that too. Here's what I like: (attached picture from the waist down of what I like -- a woman with a booty wearing black lacy panties) *** I posted the ad, not expecting much -- this site was a sausagefest, perhaps ten me...
November, 1940, Country Estate of Roger Morris, York, England Lying on his back, legs bent and spread on the four-poster bed of newspaper mogul Roger Morris, Bryan Sinclair steeled himself to take the last, largest, of the graduated, tear-drop-shaped balls Morris was forcing into his ass. He'd had his eyes shut tight at the effort but opened them when the l...
Please feel free to comment if you feel that there's something missing, or if you like it. One more chapter to go after this - told ya I'd keep writing! ;) Disclaimer: Suspension of disbelief is recommended. This story is copyrighted and you are not allowed to copy, change, and/or try and sell it online. All characters are 18+. *************** ~*Darwin*...
New readers – don't start here! This is chapter six of Pony Boy. My apologies for the long wait. It won't make too much sense unless you've read the rest so, if you're new to this story then I strongly recommend you find chapter one and start there. Usual stuff – we're all fictional and over eighteen. ******* I didn't move, I couldn't move, nor could I...
Paris ABS I'm going forward with my timeline about 25 yrs. there was a long stretch where I didn't visit adult bookstores. Going into my 50's, wife not fucking or sucking, I had the old feelings. I felt like going to the old hangouts, drop a few dollars and set sucked off. Ah, to be back in the old days. I worked overnight and when I got off, just heade...
I had just turned 18, and my buddy and I went out to the bars for some fun. We closed em down and headed home horny as most 18 year olds were. Brad kept rubbing his dick thru his jeans complaining about how horny he was. He gave me some directions to a place he said was a guaranteed blow job. Well, I was in. He took us across town on Northwest HWY. We went...
Michael had to admit that Daniel seemed to do pretty well with himself even one handed, especially since he was sure the man was right handed. For a moment he was a bit worried Daniel really wouldn't need him. In fact he watched with amazement as Daniel dug his keys out of his right pocket with his left hand, and unlocked the door. Michael followed him in....
Moments of tenderness are few inside a male prison institution. That is not because Jails have an insufficiency of love, compassion, companionship and many other things we take for granted when we are cared for. It is a gross oversimplification of a massively complex psychological maze, more because there is so much need, that care must be shared among so ma...