Thank you for your patience! I really appreciate all your emails and support. But enough about me; let's get to the stuff you men want. * "Are you looking forward to getting your ass used and filled?" I pushed my crotch into him, my hard cock apparent. "Does that answer your question?" "Let's get dressed and get some food. Alex and Cory are going to call...
November 6, 2009 From: Lawrence Ryan To: Douglas Monroe Subject: Re: Ronald Gordon's plays Dear Mr. Monroe, I hope you can forgive the slight prevarication in my earlier missive. I am, in fact, still here in Lexington, but I was expecting to leave the next day when I received your e-mail, and did not believe I had the time to fit in a visit with you befo...
High By The Beach The same Tuesday night that Nick got pounded in the parking lot, he went home to see if either Matt or Francis had updated their status on facebook. Nothing. He looked around at his dirty room, realizing that he'd have to start packing soon for his trip to California. He was excited to see his older brother, Scott, who was telling him ab...
Chapter 53: Diverging Adam pulls himself out of the pool, shaking his soaked hair, and grabbing for a towel, and roughly running it through his hair. It's going on dusk now, but that doesn't seem to stop a lot of other people from splashing, jumping, and sliding into the large pool. He feels past most of the guilt about what happened between he and Merrick...
Chapter 82: Precious Loss Yuri walks along the halls of the hospital. She looks upon the results of the serum Jacob gave to her, as well as a few other conclusive findings on what he's been able to learn. It's been dubbed with the name 'Thalassactin', a basic chemical base that he was able to figure out after analyzing Merrick's tears. Yuri can only imagine...
At first, I was afraid my extracurricular, penile adventures had been discovered. Warm weather finally made its way to Boston, but more changed than the season. My wife came home from a third extended trip to the Memphis hospital she had been temporarily staffing. She was distant and quiet, and finally broke down in tears in our kitchen. This is it, I thou...
"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: This story was written while I was self-locked in chastity, and the locations are loosely inspired by real locations that I have been to with friends. This is otherwise a work of fiction which involves accounts of some things I haven't done (yet!) so hopefully it mostly rings true. Your comments and constructive criticism are more than welcome...
Back home I enjoyed a wonderful reunion with my wife and son. Running from the plane into their arms. Tears of joy, of relief, of a nightmare finally over. As I hugged Angela and Bobby, awash in waves of love and rejoicing, still a tiny thought itched in the back of my mind: Now I'm out of those bastards' power--but did they break me completely? Will I be...
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...