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...
Mason's House - Mason and Tyler Part Two I wake up not to a blaring alarm clock but to the presence of something warm and heavy pressing up against my puck. I'm laying on my side and I see a tan, very defined, veiny arm wrapped around my torso. My brain immediately goes to Brad as I start imagining his purple cockhead dripping with precum, just leaking...
"How about I treat you to a drink? You must be thirsty from all that naked time on the platform." I had just climbed down from the velvet-covered bench on the platform where I'd been posing, in the nude, for the past hour for Chad Simmons's Savannah College of Art and Design night school art class. I'd barely had time to shrug my white cotton dress shirt ov...
Hi, all! As much as I love writing series and longer stories, I also love doing smaller, hotter stories like this one. If anybody has any specific scenes, couplings, or any ideas they would like to see in a shorter story, I would love to hear it! Thank you for reading! *All sexual activity takes place with consenting adults over the age of 18*Scenes of unpr...
We were losing power yet again and Jock was getting angry. His eyes were fiery and with his big arms stained with oil and diesel fuel he might have looked really threatening to anyone else. I hadn't had much time to get to know him. He was like you could say 'a good solid looking trucker'. I suppose, if I am to be perfectly honest, I had noticed his physique...
Kyle sat on the bench in the locker room with a thud, panting heavily as he caught his breath after his workout. He was a runner by nature, not only enjoying the high that he got from pushing his body, but also being damn good at it. The impetus for taking up an exercise routine was mainly to avoid the dreaded freshman fifteen. The realization that he enjoye...
All characters in this story are over the age of 18. ***** I had never been happier to be the product of two absentee parents. All I had to say was that I was going on a weekend camping trip and wouldn't be available for calls. Now I was all set to be loaned out as a fuck boy to Bill all weekend long. I arrived at Marty's house at 5pm. Marty answered the d...
"I'm not a deadbeat." Asad said. Coach Henry Jacobs stood looking at the teenage boy, jaw clenched, his brawny arms folded across his chest. His green-hazel eyes were hard as slate giving him the forbidding appearance of a bald eagle. This had been arguing for some time now in his office, and Asad was going to be late for his AP Philosophy class. It was a...
Author's note: the characters in this story do not practice safe sex. They cannot get sexually transmitted diseases unless the author says so. You can. Practice safe sex! * As companies cut back on employee benefits, you have to find your perks where you can. My perk was having a desk across from the photocopier. When I wasn't focused on my computer screen...
In time I found the strength to push myself up again, one groaning inch at a time, my insides aching almost sweetly. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and leaned forward, elbows on my knees, trembling everywhere. The floor seemed to expand at the edges of my vision, swirling like a membranous ocean a mile beneath my feet, head slowly spinning. The bar...