"Well, look who we have here." Clint Folsom knew without even looking up that Inspector Sigmund Frist had recognized him. "Hello, Sig," he answered, gesturing for his old acquaintance to take a seat in one of the velvet-upholstered barrel chairs in the Alexander Lounge. It was after dinner on the MS River God. The ship was still tied to the dock at Rudeshe...
Feeling the air, cool around his anus, he knew the tongue that had just been inside him, had disappeared and was going to be replaced. His cock twitched inside the hot anus under him as he waited for the invasion that he knew was coming. He took a deep breath and held it as he felt the head of a hard cock pressing against his skin and suddenly, entering him....
Thanks to the first person who commented on my first story, I wrote the sequel just because of your enthusiasm. -All characters are over 18 years old. ***** I took a good shower and shaved my face, Thinking about the life changing step I took yesterday. I was even more excited for what is going to happen today. I looked in the mirror, at the reflection of...
I was half awake when I heard Terry calling me from his room. I had not been in there since the first day, figuring it was the one place he might want some privacy, but he rarely shut his door. I wandered in and he was naked and hard again, dick in hand. "Had morning wood, figured you'd like another show," he told me. That seemed a little presumptuous, but...
The phone rang. Chris deftly retrieved it from his pocket of his undone trousers. He looked at the caller id screen as it flashed 'Paul'. 'Hello.' Chris answered in a slow drawl. Paul's greeting was flat and mechanical, echoing the mens' cubical. His diatribe, which Chris was mostly ignoring, was competing with the sucking sounds that came from below his na...
I had both the advantages and curses of being a rock star. I could afford to go anywhere I wanted on the spur of the moment or as the mood hit me, but if a mood hit me that would land me in the tabloids, I'd better be prepared to go to the ends of the earth. The mood had hit me to get the most exotic and total fuck that I could find by the most talented cock...
The living merchandise called a sex slave, or PET, sits on his knees in front of his nude Master. He has been purchased for a night to test his abilities, and he works to fulfill his Master's expectations with all of the breeding and training that has been engrained into his genetically bred body. His mind is as focused and dedicated as deeply as his body is...
There was this strange flier under my door when I got home from work. It looked like an advertisement for some Gay circuit party or club. "Build Your Bear" was across the top in big bold letters, with a hairy muscle stud underneath in just a jock, his arms crossed with a friendly smile on his scruffy face. I couldn't find an address or phone number on the...
I couldn't help the groan that escaped when I pulled into the parking lot. The convenience of having a gym in the neighborhood was a great one, but I hated to work out. When my old gym had burned down I had seriously debated on not finding a new one to join, but as much as I hate to work out, I like being in shape more. And I know that my fiancé likes it too...
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