This story occurs back in the late 60s when hitchhiking was much more common. The first part of this story is mostly true up to and including the first blowjob. The rest is pure fiction. I hope you enjoy it. * * * * * My name's John - not particularly original I know, but that's what my parents named me. I had just finished my sophomore year at Rice Unive...
When Seth pulled up in front of my house, I realized, exactly, how loud his truck really was. And how quiet my neighborhood was. He got out of his truck, and I cringed at the noise his door made. "That thing is really loud," I told him as he approached me standing in the middle of my front yard. He grimaced. "I know. I'm sorry. It needs help." I glanced a...
I sighed with relief as I entered the hotel bar that Friday afternoon. It was Labor Day weekend, always an intensely busy period for a hotel on Clearwater Beach, on any Florida beach. Memorial Day and July 4th are also incredibly busy times as well but Labor Day weekend is total madness as hundreds of thousands of people seek to enjoy the last weekend of the...
The following is a complete work of fiction. Disclaimer: The following story may contain erotic situations between consenting adults. If it is illegal for you to read this please leave now. Any resemblance between the characters and any real life person is completely coincidental. Please do not copy or distribute the story without the author's permission....
For a moment Yanik fought for control, Nathan had backed up, trying to get away from the onslaught, until he was up against the wall and had nowhere else to go. "Did you think I'd knock you back too? Or maybe you make a habit of lying to those you sleep with. That's what hurts the most, the lying. You really had me fooled, Nathan, I thought, maybe, I had f...
One Saturday morning I awake to find the sun shining through my bedroom window. It looks as if it will be a beautiful day and I feel wonderful as I remember the dream I was having just before I woke up. In it, I was being fucked deeply up my ass on all fours by a beautiful blond hunk with a lovely long and hard cock while sucking on the cock of his twin! I w...
+++++ Author's Note: This is a sequel to the previous published story "One Day at a Time." +++++ I got back to my apartment and plopped on the couch. I had an emotionally draining day at work and wanted to unwind. I pulled out my phone and thumbed through the contacts...Cary...Danny...no, I would be seeing them in a few days...Charlie...no, I wasn't in th...
(Note to the reader: This is a revised and augmented version of the original story.) This story contains descriptions of unprotected sexual activity. Such behavior in real life exposes the participants to the utmost risk. This fictional account, meant purely as fantasy, is in no way intended to promote it. As Travis walked along a busy street that morning...
Of course I was nervous, I had modelled before, but not often, and always for a class. This was private. And for a guy. He said he wanted to take to draw me with an eye to producing a series of paintings. We arranged to meet, in a cafe near his house. I already had his address. We had a quick coffee, managed some moderate sized conversation, and went to his...
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