Author's Note: Sorry about the delay. I've had parts three and four written ever since I wrote the first two, but haven't gotten around to editing them. Sorry about that. After the fourth chapter, however, I'm not sure I'll be continuing the story. ***** In the coming months, the new year passed us by, and the spring semester for our roommates allegedly...
Ryan sighed as he pulled into the driveway. When did things get so hard? He shifted into park and laid his forehead heavily against the steering wheel. It hadn't always been like this; he used to be excited to get home to his wife, to open the door and engage in the ritual of a hug and a kiss and a "how was your day?" Something had changed, lately. He could...
Disclaimer: All of the characters depicted in this story are a work of fiction and are over the age of 18. ***** Chapter 1: Anticipation It has always seemed incredible to me how the mind can take a simple act and elevate it to the sublime. Anticipation of the event can be every bit as euphoric as the act itself. The torment of wanting but not sating can...
Wayne my best friend said, "Hey Dillon, we are invited to an exclusive party, tonight. You can tell your wife there is another business meeting. There will be business men, and might be some exhibitionist celebrities, and young women." Wayne and myself are upwardly mobile straight men and successful in our careers. Both of us dress well, stay fit, and have...
In part 3 I was surprised when my wife Cin brought Bonnie home to witness me welcome Stan. Bonnie filmed the ritual on her cell phone, me on my knees kissing his cock and balls through his trousers, thanking him for driving the 4 miles to fuck my wife. Stan indeed fucked Cin that night. It was quite an orgy. Bonnie rode Stan's face while Cin rode his manly...
I had sat there at Joey's beachside bar for more than an hour, watching the young man playing in the surf. When I'd first arrived at the bar, both bored and out of sorts, I'd seen him on his surfboard, riding the waves and doing quite well at it. At length, however, I saw him tire of that and come up on the beach and bury the tip of the board into the wet sa...
The track up from the valley floor to Mather's mill was comparatively easy going. Wide-berthed and heavily laden Lumber carts regularly came down the path that ran alongside the narrow, but rapid-running Slater Creek. The deciduous trees were thick here—still, after more than a decade of lumberjacking. The trees along the stream bed were mainly cottonwoods,...
There was no question that the handsome young man was Navy. He was standing across the cafeteria table from me decked out in pristine Navy enlisted whites from the circular cap down to his broad chest of white tunic with navy-blue turtleneck underneath and blue string tie to his slim waist wrapped in a thick white web belt and polished brass buckle, and on d...
There was no transition that I could ever make myself remember. One moment I was trapped in my gunner's seat in the burning B-29B bomber just moments after the raid on Osaka. Air was whistling loudly through the shrapnel holes in the fuselage, spraying me with blood from the nearly decapitated Pete in the EWO's position beside me, and I was frantically searc...
Note to readers: If you don't like IR, gay male, and cuckold stories please move on. You can jack off to some one else's imagination. My stories aren't required reading. And yes, I know. I'm a twisted fuck. Lastly, I never sucked a cock. I was merely posing for dirty pictures. ***** Two years after I sucked my first load of cum from Jim's cock and then w...