This is a fantasy story set in a fictitious land and in a time of medieval sorcery. All characters depicted are 18+. Although this story is in a time where safe sex is not heard of I would always recommend the practise of safe sex. CHAPTER 4 -- The hunt is on Abloo wakes up rubbing his head. 'Ow what the fuck hit me?' he thinks. He looks around the shac...
What can I tell you about myself? I was born in a small town about 100 miles North of Los Angeles. I was very nerdy as a child and picked on by other kids. My Father would beat me, my mother would scold me. I wasn't happy. "Don't turn out like some fag!" my father would shout at me before giving me a vicious backhand slap to the face. It hurt me in many way...
Millstone - ONE - (Hanging the Chimney Hook) CHAPTER SIX I had to keep reminding myself we were not actually on the Haines case. The hire from Winter had a tangential attachment to it at best, but I never liked anyone telling me what not to investigate. So, if the guy at the tailor's wanted me to not look further into it, his demand ensured that I would i...
It was the day I had to fly to Buffalo and I was a little bit uncomfortable. Ron and Gary had given me a going away party the night before and invited Johnson and Ken, the parole duo and the massive dicked tattoo guy who did their ink. Which meant that they had run a train, all night long, on my now bruised and throbbing asshole. My jaw felt like it was di...
It had been a couple of months since Ron and Gary moved in downstairs and turned me into their bitch. During that time, my ass and throat were open 24/7 for their cocks and they'd made steady use of both. I never had to go out cruising for sex, I could barely keep up with what I was getting. One morning, Ron told me to be ready at 9pm that night to go out,...
After I returned from Buffalo, Ron and Gary wanted to hear every detail of the trip not about my dealing with the estate. They wanted to hear every detail of every cock I'd taken up my ass and down my throat while there. The telling turned them on so it required frequent fuck breaks in the story so they could take turns plowing my ass or fucking my throat....
John Johnson, the parole officer, had become one of my steady fuck buddies since meeting him through Ron and Gary. Whenever the mood hit I'd drop into his office and I was guaranteed to leave with a load of hot cum down my throat or up my ass from his always hard cock. This particular morning, I knocked on his door and entered without waiting and I was surp...
This is my first story here, I hope you guys like it and please comment. Thanks for your time. Btw please be patient I don't like rushing into having sex in fantasy. ***** Since none of the two had a car they started the long brisk walk to the station, they couldn't afford to miss the last train. Besides the very short conversation, Keith didn't say a wo...
I was cleaning carpets in one of my apt building when a guy from the unit below knocked on the door. Gary had done some work for me on a few of my properties and had shown up one morning the week before with his friend Ron. He'd first been staying with an old girlfriend and Ron had moved in with them the week before, after getting out on parole. The girlfrie...
After Ron and Gary had been living downstairs and fucking the snot out of me at every occasion for several months, they came to me one day to ask a favor. Apparently, they had run into difficulties with their parole officer and wanted me to meet with him and try to smooth things over. The alternative was, they both go back to prison and I get no more cock, s...