This is one of a series of stories that revolve around the hand-rolled cigar and the men who use them, smoke them and make them, and it was inspired by the following paragraph- During the same period, cigar smoking had become so popular among gentlemen in Britain and France that European trains introduced smoking cars to accommodate them, and hotels and clu...
I woke up on Sunday, refreshed, well rested, and hornier than I felt in a long time. I got out of bed and walked to the kitchen for some much needed coffee. I very quickly remembered the plug still in my ass. I smile and walk into the bathroom instead. Figured I would take it out, clean it, do my morning bathroom activities, and then put it back in. Whil...
The sun cooked Beau's broad shoulders as he pushed the lawnmower across the yard. Clad in cargo shorts and sneakers, Beau tramped through the grass, sweat sliding down his back. His shorts hung low, revealing the very top of his meaty ass. He stopped, wiping his brow. Beau surveyed his surroundings. At his mother's insistence, the 18-year-old was spending th...
An hour or so later I departed from my house and went over to Casey's. I couldn't believe how easy it was to get him to succumb to my will. I figured I could have a lot fun with him going forward. I hadn't had a good boy to please me in years. Usually it takes a couple days to break in a boy to the idea of being my slut, but Casey must be tired of jerking...
None of the characters in this story are under the age of 18! Far from it! I suppose it could have been posted in "Mature" or "BDSM" but the dominant theme is m/m. The names have been changed to protect the guilty except for the characters who don't really exist. The men in this story are risking their health and their marriages; the ones that are married th...
The blazing sun was relentless even though it wasn't quite noon, and as Curt Randall took off his cap to wipe the sweat off of his brow it was like he could hear the rays sizzling on his damp crew cut. Without the cap his skull would be as deeply reddish brown as much of his upper torso was. The shirt he was wearing, or rather the tattered remains of what o...
Now the serpent was more subtil than any beast of the field which the LORD God had made. And he said unto the woman, Yea, hath God said, Ye shall not eat of every tree of the garden? - Genesis 3:1 *** The fingers splayed on The Snake Pit's grimy brick wall clutch into a claw as the cock spears the Wild Boy's ass. Something catches his eye. There. See...
*Hey y'all. It was nice to have a break with no dangling story threads to worry about. This story was one I had cooking for the Halloween story contest, but it took me a few extra months to finish it. For anyone who has read my 'Bottom Tier' stories, this is more of that format. This story, as it stands alone, is a complete story with a beginning, a middle...
Thank you for reading my story. It's my first story so please comment if you like it or how I may improve. The story is set back before the freedom movement in the United States, so the couple is considered taboo for its time. (I've always dreamed of stories like this.) I wanted a slow paced romance between the characters, so that they aren't instantly in lo...
It was the summer of 2015 and my family decided to go on vacation to Spain. I was born in Spain and moved to The United States at the age of 8. I am now 20 and the last time I visited Spain was when I was 13. It's been a long time since I've seen my family and old friends. My family and I will be staying 2 weeks and this would be a perfect chance for me to r...