Many people assume that they are the only ones who have a tough life. What a load of bull! My name is Steve Darcy and I am a Haitian-American police officer and part-time community mentor living in the city of Brockton. My message is to all the people in this world who think they have it tough. Please, folks, shut the hell up! We're all bombarded with messag...
I saw the lone figure, huddled in the glass bus shelter, trying to stay out of the wind and driving rain. Thirty five years old, single. After midnight on a Monday, a few drinks under my belt, I was headed home, looking forward to my nice warm bed, and I thought I might as well give this poor soul the heads up. I rolled up slowly and lowered the passenger...
I walked a little further up the street. "141 Maple Crescent, This is the place!" I opened the door and as soon as I walked over the threshold, I froze with fear, the voices began again. "Max, you're ok! You don't need to be here, now open the door and just leave!" "No Max! It's been nearly a year, you need help. You can't control what happened to him." Th...
"Ouch... I fuck!" I yelled as I hopped up and down on one foot. My name is Draven your normal klutz. I seem to always hurt myself in some way whether it's emotionally or physically. I'm 5ft 11in 150 pounds and I am easily mistaken for a girl because of the way I dress. My pecks make me look like I have B cup size tits and when I wear skinny jeans it looks li...
I moaned as my face slammed into the pillow. My mind overloading with pleasure as his cock slammed into me. He was taking long, deep strokes. Pulling out until just the head was left in my ass. Then, slamming the entire length of his cock into me until I could hear his hips slap against mine and feel his pubes tickling me. The pillow reeked of sweat. The ch...
Michael swallowed the bile rising in his throat. During Avery's story, he had fallen to his knees and remained on the floor as Avery spoke, telling him of how he died. Michael shook his head. "No...I didn't...I would remember! I don't....I don't remember I couldn't have..." Michael stumbled over his words, but even as he spoke them he knew they were a lie....
~Sorry it took so long to get this in, but with the holidays and family, I hardly had anytime at all to get on the computer. I'm sure you understand. But here it is. I'm rather happy with the way it turned out, really. If you're reading it for the first time, please read Parts 1 & 2 so this one will make more sense. Hope you enjoy it!~ @>--,---------------...
Beginning in our freshmen year, I had frequently seen Tom in the halls of the engineering building. We'd barely acknowledged each other although my heart always leapt into my throat when I'd see him and I'd often jack off later, fantasizing about him. I dreamed about him but said nothing to him and managed to waste over two years in quiet frustration. Now...
If you want a real story, you should probably move on... this is sort of a venting complaint and isn't too erotic. * I think it was March... I was feeling particularly horny. As I've mentioned in other stories, it was a rare occasion that I'd suck a cock. Once a month at most, maybe once every other month. I'm a straight-leaning bisexual guy. 23 years old...
Hey readers! Just wanted to give a major thanks to my new editor, Cruel2BKind, for making me reconsider some things and agreeing that my pacing sucks J This chapter has been really challenging, and I re-wrote it a few times to produce this. I hope you enjoy! ~PeterPanics * em>Faggot. I felt Gavin's cock pushing into me, filling every inch of space I had...