"You awake?" Andy asked as he pushed his hard cock against my mouth. Reflexively I parted my lips and engulfed the spongy head. "I don't think so" I answered as best I could with a cock in my mouth. "I tried to wake Pam up" he said easing his shaft a bit further in, "but she just mumbled something and rolled over and went back to sleep." I removed the ha...
Daniel was eighteen years old, with a trim hard body, jet black hair and eyes to match that could burn through you when they stared. He was one of the fastest swimmers in his Georgia high school, and he took no crap from anyone. On this particular day, like so many days, he was out in his apartment pool doing laps, churning them out with a speed and an inte...
I sat in my car watching the workers from the supermarket start to slowly trickle out. It had always been a weird location for a grocery store, never mind one that specialized in Asian goods. Yet there it was, plopped down in the middle of a desolate portland on the edge of the city - always teeming with people coming and going, yet still pretty lonesome. Th...
**Note- this was originally part of a novel I was writing, and there is a REASON why eighteen year old Antoine has never masturbated before: When he was very young, he witnessed the beating of a boy for being caught masturbating by the dormitory's deacon (Catholic school). The boy then had to tell his classmates what he did and was flogged again, naked befor...
About the time the top-down convertible stopped just down the road, waiting for him to catch up, Brady realized who it was. He should have been faster on the uptake, he thought. Who, other than the guy living five houses down from his parent's house in Titusville, Florida, owned a restored, cherry-red 1967 Impala SS convertible? Of course, what could he do o...
The socialising was soon brought to an end when Phil came in and we all gathered around the long table to read the scripts for the new episode for the first time. David took a seat opposite me, pulled his glasses out of his pocket and opened the script. Seeing him again made my heart race, but for his part he barely acknowledged me. Read throughs are not u...
"You feel like ordering takeout?" "It's three in the morning Heero, even if we called it in, no one would deliver it." Despite the ungodly hour, neither agent was the least bit bored, stir crazy, or cursing the funeral they'd traded these shift hours to attend. Right. Well, except for the dead guy (since it really wasn't his fault). "Believe me Duo...
Revised version copyright 2006 by the author. Back in my dorm room I was too keyed up to sleep. There was no doubt that Mike Wagner wanted me, but he wasn't going to let himself have me. And there was nothing I could do about it. He wasn't the first man I'd encountered this week who was terrified by himself. I finally decided to get in bed, hoping maybe sl...
They stood at the back of the boat next to each other smiling and laughing, Lyle was a footballer type with his local rovers jacket on, he played for them and was actually a real asset to the team, he was considered by all of his colleagues to be one of the main men and an essential goal scorer in any match. He was slim but obviously highly athletic and ton...
Bob was about 45 years old when Irma had left him. Now 55, Bob felt he had been a good husband: He had no secret life, and never cheated on Irma with another woman. Nevertheless, Bob had made the supreme mistake of sharing the truth of his secret desires with Irma: He told her how he was aroused by her body, but yes, also by men's bodies as well. Bob told he...