Josh left work at evening at the usual time, and sped home to his apartment. It was a Wednesday night, and he was determined to make something happen. Entering his small place, he quickly stripped, raced into the shower, and was done in record time. He dressed quickly, putting on a nice button-down shirt and tight jeans. Josh looked at his watch; it read 11:...
Thomas didn't know if what he was about to attempt would work or not. What he did know was that one way or another he'd either still have a best friend and a night of gay sex or neither. Thomas at five feet eleven inches and a hundred and seventy pounds quiet athletic who ran daily and was an avid soccer player didn't consider himself gay. He knew he was st...
It started with a massage from a woman. After she'd given me my happy ending she asked if she could use her strap-on on me; well, I was feeling nice and relaxed so I said sure. She produced this purple thing, maybe six inches long, pushed my knees under me so I was presenting my bum to her, and pushed straight in. At first it just felt uncomfortable, but as...
Trent watched the eyes of the hunky Norwegian UN contingent soldier widen and flash as he jerked and his body shuddered. Trent knew the soldier had filled the bulb of his condom. This was confirmed when he pulled out, went up on his knees on the pool table top, and turned and high-fived the next hunky Norwegian UN contingent coming up on the pool table. Tre...
No matter what video you are watching or what toy you are playing with, it is your imagination that takes you down into the batehole and to the finale with your sperm shooting out in all its glory. Or your insides ripped to shreds by that new and usually larger instrument of inserted pleasure. The road to the point of satisfaction can be a long one or one th...
"So, you think that God is a civil engineer, Jake? Really?" "Not what I said, Sophie." Bemused, I tried again. "It was just the joke I was telling you-- I was saying the contractor told the engineers that." The magic gummy bear may have been a bad idea for this girl, I thought. The 10 mg THC infusion added to the sugary animal shapes up in Colorado must be...
Chapter 5: The Boy Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest Waking up next to Chris felt too much like a dream. For a few minutes, Jamie just laid there, watching the boy's chest rise and fall as he breathed. He looked at those squinted eyes- the ones who seemed to refuse to open to let any of the morning sunlight through so they could start their day. And then there w...
I stood behind the boot of the Bentley in the front auto court of the Rivenhall country inn, perched high on the cliff over a horseshoe cove on the sea north of Scarborough, while Felix, the chauffeur, helped Forest DeWitt into the lobby of the inn. When Felix came back, he opened the boot of the car and started handing out the luggage. A valet was there to...
I lay, panting, on the sandbar amidst a sea of similarly wet and miserable, yet grateful still to be breathing, passengers and crew members and watched the pride of the Dutch nation, the greatest ship ever afloat up to the first quarter of the seventieth century, list over and go onto its side on the sand bar. At high tide it surely would slip under the wave...
Spy? The man at the lectern was saying that my father had been an intelligence agent. I knew what an intelligence agent was. It was a spy. And I'd never even suspected that my father had been one of those. I figured he'd been something more than just a sportsman and dilettante, but I hadn't given that much thought to it. Both of my parents had been flitting...