It was nearly two weeks since my overnight with Bart. The episode was very much on my mind when I awoke at six thirty that morning with a hard-on as stubborn as any I'd had back in my twenties. I lay in bed for most of an hour patiently waiting for it to go down. Eventually giving up, I decided it was time for some coffee. It was unrepentant, lewdly bobbin...
My name is Dick and this is the story of when I ended up in Homo-World, the adventures I had there and how it ended. It started a normal enough day, I woke up, took a shower, brush teeth etc. It was Sunday and I had nothing planned when Love called and asked "Hey, you have anything planned?" "Honey, it's Sunday. The only thing anyone ever plan...
This is part two, Michael had me in hose on all fours and was milking and edging my cock. Ch. 2 The Seduction "AAAHHH" I swooned, my head spinning, I want to cum NOW I was thinking. Michael was not thinking the same thing he was an edging master, he was going to bring me to the brink of orgasm and have me begging him to let me cum. He started slowly...
Marcus brought entirely too much food to be defined as a "snack". He had piled on peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, strawberries, cookies, almonds, even slices of cake. When he attempted to precariously juggle it all on one flimsy paper plate, it didn't end well for him. As he lowered the plate to me his rather large boot tapped the edge of the bedframe an...
His name was Roland and he was from Jamaica. I'm guessing he was about 30. He had deep ochre skin, eyes that were almost black, closely-cropped hair, and was tall, lean and very graceful. At one point in his life he'd been a dancer, but was now a set designer for one of the larger theater companies in Amsterdam. He was just a little bit effeminate, and overt...
In which our hero has a taste of old and new. I gaze out the window on a lovely but very windy Sunday afternoon. It is late fall and the leaves are blowing wildly through the air. I sip my blueberry coffee and reflect that the chaos outside matches my feelings. Thad the magnificent has just left and I think for the last time. It is with profound mixed feel...
On Sunday, April 28, 1793, the bells in towers of the harbor town of Charlotta rang out at 2 p.m. They were calling all nobles on the inland sea island of St. Silvus to the wedding of Reginald Reynolds, the governor-general's son, the most magnificently formed and handsome of the most physically gifted countrymen on the face of the earth. At that precise mom...
(This is a continuation of a story of good friends becoming lovers and best friends filling a need neither one realized he had. Guys alone in a hunting cabin…miles away from home….buck fever satisfied…friendships deepened…I only wish this were a true story! Hope you enjoy it. I am working on the next chapter and I’ll post it as soon as I can.) I finished...
The next day I took off early for lunch again and headed over to the office building wanting to see my friend. My friend... hell I didn't even know his name, and yet, yet I felt close to him. Traffic was surprisingly light and I got there a bit earlier than I had in the past. I considered just sitting in my car and waiting for the normal time I went...
Chapter 5. . . Old man discovers. . continued . . . "I don't know if I want all that you talked about a few minutes ago but I do want to cum as often as possible. I want you to pinch, clip, lick, nibble and suck my nipples. Fondle, lick and suck my cock. This situation is going to save me from having to look for a woman. I always thought of my self as strai...