Author's note: Hey guys. Sorry it took me so long to post. Please forgive me. Since its summer, I'll post frequently as possible! I put my heart into writing this chapter, I hope you enjoy! Please leave a comment or favorite if you like the story so far, and any comments or suggestions help me out a lot. As a side note, I've still got lots planned for these...
This is my first time uploading a story in this format so hopefully it isn't screwed up. If it is, I apologize. ------------------------------------------- The next morning, Jackson woke to the warmth and familiarity of his own mattress. He sighed and leaned further into his pillow, pulling the blankets up around his bare shoulders. "Jackson," Jane said...
Authored by Thomas Stevenson and Southern Suitor. ***** "Are those new shoes?" It was the man Tommy always noticed at the bus stop. The one who always had his tie in an immaculate double windsor, a gleaming fist of silk around his neck, sharp lapels and waistcoat, crisp French cuffs and cufflinks with gleaming patent leather shoes like angular black mirror...
Within seconds of hearing the latch lock into place on the plywood door, the mound jumbling the inside of the sweatpants nonchalantly positioned itself within eyesight of the 6-inch oblong cutout joining my stall to the next one. Darkly veined hands fingered the rope tie at the waist and with faked patience untied the loose knot, allowing them to drop silent...
"If you like the idea of giving a man oral pleasure and would like a safe, discreet place to do it, I'm the guy for you." After several weeks of no shows and no action, that sentence caught my eye. I read the rest of the ad, saw he lived close to me and was hooked. Apparently, he was as horny as I was: within minutes of my email reply, he IMed me. After dete...
As a child, I loved to gently swing back and forth flying through the air in a converted tire swing. Some of my favorite childhood memories were summer afternoons spent gazing up into the sky at the passing parade of puffy cloud animals. I remember the warmth of the sunshine against my skin and the pungent smell of that old faded rubber tire swing. As I lay...
I'm an avid fisherman. Although avid might not be strong enough sometimes. Fortunately, my best friend shares my inclination to structure life around the best times and places to fish. He and I have been friends since we were kids and our lives have seemed to follow something of the same course. We went to high school together, then college. He married short...
Jason grabbed me by the neck and pressed our foreheads together. The competitive gleam flickered in his eyes, "let's give him all we got! Go get the rubbers and lube." We touched lips and I stood as Jason bent his face into Sam's tight little ass. I heard Sam draw his breath in quick as Jason jammed his tongue deep into him. I got the condoms, lube, grabbe...
In the next couple of weeks our legs often didn't work. We did a lot of fucking until we couldn't stand...and, oddly a lot of talking. They taught me so much, about sex, relationships, family and love. We didn't always fuck, though more often than not our time together ended that way. It was more than sex—it was sharing. We ate together, I read books they ga...
To say that Maurice was a happy man; was to understand first his suffering and then his pleasure. Maurice would go to work with a smile on his face, until he saw the woman who was making his life a miserable hell. He would watch her show off her engagement ring and brag about the plans for her wedding. Maurice would tell everyone, he was wishing her all t...