I graduated high school a few years ago and was still living at home. My mother never bothered me about a job at first, but now she is starting to pester me about getting some kind of work. She goes on about how a job is good for you and builds character and so on. We're pretty well to do and live in a great, safe part of town. She reminds me all the time th...
I awakened with my butt spooned into Jesse's groin, both of us on our sides, his placid cock inside me, me encased in his arms, his strong hands fanned out over my pecs. I felt for the ring. It was still there. I didn't care what the courts had said, Jesse and I were married. One unit. As solidly linked as we now were in one body, linked irrevocably by that...
Time to share another story - thanks to everyone for their comments and your ratings on the first two... ***** The massage adventures have continued to provide some enjoyable experiences along my journey of discovery. I've learned that there are some guys that are really skilled at their craft who are caring about helping with the physical needs while also...
My wife was off to see her mother, and for the first time since he'd gotten it, my neighbor, Marty, had invited me for an evening in the hot tub he had put in. His house backed onto my side yard, and he'd done a whole lot of nice renovation on his property since he had moved in. Marty was divorced and probably was in his early fifties, judging from his grayi...
I fled Marty's hot tub as soon as I came fully back into consciousness. They had left me there, hunched over in the seat of the hot tub, and were now much more interested in each other than in me. Neal was still standing there when I brushed by, and we exchanged looks. I was too exhausted and conflicted to flirt in any way, but he gave me a look that told m...
by PapaWereBear and UrsusMajr (This is the final, author-approved version of this story. It contains a few additions and minor corrections to spelling and punctuation. The authors hope you enjoy it.) Copyright, 2010. All rights reserved. No part of this story may be reproduced by any means, electronic or otherwise, without express permission of the authors...
Peter was depressed. The last two years have been the greatest of his life. Having all the sex had turned him into a nympho. He couldn't get enough. But his depression wasn't about the sex. It was about his mom. His mom's 39th birthday is coming up and he has no idea what to get her. He grabbed Star this afternoon to go shopping with him hoping to come up wi...
The first time I met Mr. Steinberg, I was totally impressed with the way he carried himself. He looked pretty old to me, maybe in his 70's, maybe even older, but I could tell from the way he dressed and spoke and especially with his young physique, that he exuded confidence and self assurance. I don't think he was a body builder by any means, but dressed in...
Chapter Three -- An Actual Date "Are you having dinner with your Mother and me this evening, Aaron?" my Dad asks. "Uh, no, Dad, Not tonight. My friend, Adam is picking me up to go and have pizza with him to say thanks for helping him out with his car last Sunday." "That's Adam Blanchard, right Aaron?" "Yes, Dad, that's right." "Your Mother and I were ta...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. ***** Chapter 1 Richard Ignatius Pennington, Rip as he called himself, checked the card, and then checked the door number. 413; freshmen got the fourth floor of the dormitory. Sophomores got the third floor, juniors were on the second floor, and the se...