I was suddenly aware that I was awake. You know the way that goes. You're off in some dream world and then you wake up. My head felt groggy and for a second I didn't know what was going on or where I was. My dream was fading fast as I tried in vain to recall more than just a vague idea. The next thing I was aware of was how hard I was. I rolled over onto my...
Ranklestein chomped on his cigar and sucked smoke into his lungs as he stared at the text on the laptop. "Fuck. What a boring piece of . . . of boring crap." The buzzing of the phone jerked him away. "Hi," he barked. "Hi. So how's it going? I need those five thou by this afternoon, Rank. Five thousand, is that so hard?" "Hard? Hard? This Manissus is a moa...
Bob slowly sucked on my cock, paying sweet attention to the underside of my shaft. He used his tongue to wrap up my cock and massage the head. His breath was hot and I could feel the tiny bit of stubble on his chin graze my balls. In a sudden finale to his preamble, he took my cock all the way into his mouth as far as it would go and while trying to swallow...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** Chapter 1 Alex Why do people not realize that at 5 minutes before the restaurant closes, that the employees are just trying to finish the cleaning so they can go home? Almost every night this week, some asshole ordered right before close. I loaded the pizza into an insul...
As Damien stepped into his apartment, Brad was watching the end of the evening NBA game. He was visibly excited sitting on the edge of their living room sofa. A number of empty beer bottles on the coffee table, a few cigarette stubs in the ashtray, and one smoldering Malboro butt on his thin lips. Brad has been Damien's roommate for almost a year now. They w...
Dale lights a cigarette on the back porch. It's raining out, but only just. It's that misty, dewy sort of rain that isn't really worth wearing an umbrella in but leaves your clothes damp all day. He snaps the lighter closed and puts it in his sweater pocket, staring back into my living room through the screen door. He looks contemplative, taking a drag like...
Vicki Lynn blow dried her long blond tresses and pulled them back into a ponytail. She rushed out of the bathroom attached to her master bedroom in the 877 square foot single wide trailer she shared with her nineteen year-old son, Tyler, and her on-again-off-again fiancé, Lamar. She grabbed the keys to her red 2004 Oldsmobile Alero coupe. She was running lat...
Thank you all who have been reading and following along. I always appreciate getting feedback. It helps with becoming a better writer and it's always an ego boost, so feel free to reach out. I will always respond! The usual spiel: This isn't a stroke story, (more porn with plot.) Be warned, it's very long. 33+ chapters, and many sexless ones to come before...
Chapter 87: Putting Things Right Merrick loving kisses Adam's lips, before he sits back up. The spoon clinks in the small bowl he holds, before he turns to set it next to the ceramic deep dish containing the rest of the soup. He gets up, and turns around, smiling as he sees the paper fish cards taped up on the wall. He puts his hand onto one of them, openin...
We both in bed, two naked guys entwined. He smells...pretty...like a.... I don't know. A whiteboy smell...pretty...tight...fuck. He reaches down, retrieves my pants. Digs out the Newports. I take them from him. Fish out two, put them between my lips. He hands me the Zippo. I light them both, put one between his lips. "This is so nice," he says. Slides h...