I crawled to the front and sat down, thinking I could put my trunks back on when we got ourselves out of our little pickle. I then felt some of Nick's load leak out of my ass and I have to say it kinda turned me on to just sit in it. The clean up would have to wait no matter what, so I wiggled a bit, enjoying the feeling of his warm spunk squishing between m...
"You're not trying, boy, struggle Lincoln, fight for yourself. You need to learn to defend yourself," He had his lips against my ear, encouraging me and occasionally pulling at my earlobes with his thick, Arab lips. It didn't feel sexual, more like adding humiliation of a man taking another by force. He was playing with me. "Against who, sir? The only one...
There are scenes of unprotected sex depicted in this story. In all cases it was between the main characters, who are in a committed, monogamous relationships and were tested. If you aren't in the same kind of relationship, then you should always protect yourself and wear a condom. Mitch stood staring out the window. He could not believe the snow had cut...
As he walked along the town's main street, Caelin stopped to look at the display in the men's' clothes shop. It still looked out of place to see fake Christmas snow, a tree and bright baubles next to t-shirts and shorts, but that was New Zealand. Its topsy-turvy seasons had been the reason for his coming here. Christmas this year was going to be the worst he...
He was young; cute; Hispanic; had a very nice smile; had a small, perfectly formed body; and moved like a dancer. Any three of those were good enough to make me hard. I immediately went hard for him. His name was Manuel. I guessed Brazilian from his bronze skin color. But then we were only ninety miles from Cuba. I was on a punishment assignment from the Ag...
I'm not sure if even the National Weather Service was prepared for how much snow would fall that week in February. Their numbers were way off and the Montana valley where The Fox Chase Inn was nestled was crippled by at least four feet of snow. It was the worst winter in ten years, or so the locals said. Not that I cared. I wasn't going anywhere. More bad...
Thank you to all the feedback from previous Chapters. I hope you are enjoying the exciting world of Wolvren. All disclaimers from prior chapters still stands. *** Chapter 7 The suns early rays streamed through the curtains of the room and slowly made their way up the big bed. When it hit Keean's face, he groaned a little and rubbed his face into a very h...
I had only ever wrestled Russ a few times. He lived locally and was a nice guy but as far as "wrestling" he was – to put it mildly – a little lame. He was good, don't get me wrong, but we would wrestle and as soon as one of us was pinned or submitted the wrestling was over. No second round, no rematch, no nothing. Our longest "match" went about half an hour...
Standard disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any similarities with any persons living or dead are wholly coincidental... Constructive feedback is good and welcome, bitchy flame mail is not. Feedback to questions received: Our hero Ooxa... "What is up with the pronunciation (spelling)?" The Mandan language has sounds and letters that do not appear in the...
The rented Jeep Wrangler sputtered and died as Ben was approaching the base of the Vallecito Mountains northeast of Durango, Colorado, and, with a muttered "Shit," he guided the vehicle over to the side of the road. There wasn't any secret why the old Wrangler had died. It was out of gas. Ben had rented the car for the summer from a used car dealer down in D...