The house was built on a rise, and the garden sloped gently down to the banks of the Hunter River. Willows and reeds lined the shore, and a few ducks busied themselves feeding in the water occasionally turning their tails up, as they lowered their beaks to the muddy bottom. I looked behind me. The house was impressive, a fine Georgian style home with 15 room...
Andrew Baxter had known he was gay since he was 15 years old. Earlier, he thought it was just a phase that all guys go through before turning their attention towards girls. However, by the time he was fourteen, he found himself staring more and more at guys, especially the ones with well-defined bodies. Guys gave him a very weird, yet extremely enjoyable f...
Roger Hudson and I grew up in the same neighborhood. We had experimented on each other when we were school kids, but that was a time when we didn't know anything about anything. He was five years older than me. When he became high school age, he hung around his friends and I hung around mine. The difference was he got into the drug scene and I didn't. He fai...
"Beautiful, Beautiful. Hold, right there..." Sasha Yarlbroughvr vibrated with excitement as he captured frame after frame of perfection on his Nikon D2H. He'd had his eye on this particular piece of eye candy for the last year and now he had his chance. He would not waste this opportunity. Sasha eyed the impressive bulge covered by wet jeans and vowed to h...
The invitation was engraved, which of course it would be, but it was addressed to me specifically. One open invitation to the consulate staff and then this separate one for only me. I was only the U.S. vice consul in Naples, Italy. So why my own invitation? I separated it out and slipped it into my suit coat pocket as I moved toward the consul's office. Alic...
This is a work of pure fiction. All persons and events herein are fictional. Any and all resemblance to actual persons and events is purely coincidental. Persons portrayed are 18 years of age and older. Please comment. - Gene Marshall was in darkness. He had been in darkness since he walked in the dank room. He was quickly blindfolded and pushed roughly on...
The sweaty crowds heaving through the tube station pressed their two very different bodies together. When this happened, Mark was harshly reminded of the reality of the situation. This reminder came in the shape of barely-constrained, python-sized cock that pressed painfully into his upper back. The gaze of anyone looking would only take in the muscle-bound...
Hey - this is the first thing I've written. Please give me feedback in the comments :) ***** It was summer, and Adam decided to wear a figure-hugging t-shirt. He'd started back at the gym a few months previously and he was just starting to see the results of his labour. His back and shoulders were slightly bigger than before and his newly enlarged biceps w...
Bill looked at the bank of screens in his office. Some had a newsfeed, one had a stock forum, some had live stock charts. He rocked back on his leather chair, dragged off his black-rimmed glasses and dropped them on the desk. Then raising his hands, grinding the palms into his closed eyes. He had made some good trades today, made money. Now the markets were...
We're drunk, so very drunk. You more than me though. I jam my key into the lock and open my door; I practically fall into the room and lie laughing on the floor. You step over my head laughing too, and turn the light on. Now I'm grinning as I pull myself up and lock the door behind us, sealing us from the rest of the flat. Not like anyone else is awake at...