Author's note: This story is about moving on after losing a loved one, and carries on from A Committed Boy. ❧ ❧ ❧ Dane had never been to a funeral before. In the movies, it was always raining. People stood around dressed in black, and there was always some hot bird crying into a hanky with a veil over her face. This funeral didn't have any rain. Or mou...
"Uhh, uhh, uhhhhhhh," Jason shuddered as Christopher eased his cock into his ass. Christopher's hand pumped Jason's swollen tool in time to his thrusts, as he tried to distract his lover from the slight discomfort of being breached for the first time that night. He had prepared Jason well with first one, then two, then three well-lubricated fingers. The th...
I had a request to write a story like this – and well the thought got me going so what the heck – here it is! By the way to all those who have enjoyed my last few stories and written to me – thank you. I apologise for some of the spelling errors and I will attempt to better proof read and spell check in the future. We are always being told in everything you...
I had moved out of Colorado and later met a wonderful woman, married her, and ended up in a remote part of California. And though she is always willing to jump into bed at almost any time and take care of my sexual needs I still get a bad urge for cock ever so often. I am a long ways for any kind of spa or ABS or any place to meet other men to play with an...
Back where I come from a misdemeanor can get you to jail if it's repeated for three times in a row. I was stupid enough to commit the same petty offence three times and I had to stay three months in prison. Those were the worst three months of my whole life... In the beginning I could not believe I had been imprisoned. What was I doing with all these crimin...
I had a slightly lesser chance of being arrested dressed in female clothing than I did leaving the hotel completely naked. I remove the clothes and started getting dressed. Black garter belt and black fish net stockings. Black bra that had padding in it. As I was pulling up the black mini skirt, Mr. R said "stop, take it off." I let the skirt drop to the fl...
In the late '90s I was teaching art classes at a couple of different colleges in a mid-sized Midwestern city, piecing together a minimal living from adjunct teaching gigs and trying without much success to get my own artwork into some galleries. I was in my mid-twenties, feeling good about being independent, but living at a distance from most of my friends a...
"Making a souvenir?" He asked, propping himself up on the bed on an elbow. "Nope, just a gift." I slip the tape into the camera and check the focus. The bed sharpens up nicely, complete with the view of the nicely tanned naked man on it. His free hand idly strokes his hardening penis. "Kinky boyfriend?" He smiles. "Girlfriend." This actually seems to ca...
Hello, I'm not gay but wrote this story as a bi-curious fantasy. If you enjoy reading it please let me know. I would especially like to hear from those who've had actual first experiences and whether or not you think my story is plausible. If not, how could it be more realistic? I hope to hear from you guys soon. * * * * * I woke up early that morning, I...
This is for all my fans out there who just love my vision of blow jobs! * * * * * * * * Jamie zipped his bag shut with a flourish, "There! All packed." Lisa, who had been watching him with her hands on her hips said, "That can't possibly be all your taking! You're going for 3 nights!" She walked over to his dresser and began pulling out socks and underw...