"See that man over there?" "The one in black leather? With those other guys who parked their cycles out front?" "Yes," Sam said. "He's looking over here, so, no matter what, keep a smile on." Danny had just come down from the pole. In the middle of the second week, Sam had insisted that he go up on the pole for at least two sets each night. Lance, the bar...
Blaine hurt. Not just the muscles haven't been used in a while hurt but the all over pain. He vaguely remembered his dad and the hits, then somehow he had struggled his way to Chad's, he blushed whilst remembering the foot-job. "Hey, are you awake, baby, I brought you breakfast." Chad's voice whispered through his mind. "Hmm, I hurt Chad." "I know swee...
I couldn't believe I kissed Travis. I really couldn't believe that he was kissing me back. I thought I was going to drop dead of joy right there. Seriously, I thought my heart was going to give out. We kissed, and we kissed some more, and he had one hand on the spot between my neck and my shoulder, and the other was on my waist. My hands were in his hair, on...
I woke up the next morning, naked, with a hardon and the need to piss like a racehorse. I rolled over to look for Scott, but he was gone. I hadn't heard him leave. I quietly got out of bed and went in the small bathroom attached to Scott's bedroom loft and sat on the toilet to pee. I thought about our day together yesterday. Scott and I were best friends...
a/n: In my opinion, if you're looking for something quickly jerk off to, then [like I said, IN MY OPINION] this story may not be for you. Some parts have a lot of talking, and some don't. Also, the story and characters are 18 and above, and bear no resemblance to any real life people and if any, is just pure coincidence. So ya, enjoy. # Hi. The name's...
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Sitting on the third floor balcony of my university gave me a confidence I had never felt anywhere else. Freshman year I had come up here during a formal event and watch the stars rotate until they dimmed away to the rising sun, and waves of students would spill out into the parking lot, many of which did nothing but rest up against the side of their truck a...
When I woke, I noticed that I was in my bed. Last I remembered I was on the living room couch, listening to Corey. My mind shot up at the thought of Corey. Was he still here? I got out of bed, heading downstairs, hoping to see the sleeping form of someone on my couch, but it was empty. The idea that the whole of last night was a dream raced through my mind a...
Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong === I scrolled down the pictures of men's underwear filling the screen, trying to locate the Calvin Klein boxer briefs Jake prefers. If I bought him the wrong ones, he'd wear them once and then that would be it. He'd say they were uncomfortable or they chaffed at his thighs or they rode up into...
"How's Tyler doing?" "What?" As Sam followed him down wide aisle in the grocery store, Jacob heard Sam sigh heavily. "Your brother? Tyler? Didn't he get married a few months ago?" "Oh. Yeah. He did." Jacob frowned at the seemingly endless selection of products. He'd spent most of his life avoiding grocery stores. When he needed food in a hurry, he stopped...