Chapter 2: A Soft Touch A soft touch on my back woke me. Light streamed in from the open windows. I could hear a lawn mower nearby. I rolled over and came face to face with Nick. Smiling, he said, "You ready for more?" I shifted closer to him and nuzzled downwards so my head was resting on his chest. My ever-growing cock pushing up against his side was enou...
I posted a different version of this story a few weeks ago. It had a very dark ending. If you've read that story you can skip to ALTERNATE ENDING, the first section is identical. I'm curious to see if the story is better accepted without the grim ending of the first version. Thanks yet again to LarryInSeattle for his editing assistance. Everyone depicte...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older. Joey hurried down the locker-lined school corridor. A few students began to drift out of rooms and he took a glance at many faces, though he knew he couldn't miss who he was looking for. Even now students would walk straight at him and it was up to Joey, with a skinny and fragile bod...
Sorry for the major delay in this chapter! I had gone on a vacation after my exams and then I got busy with work. Thank you to everyone for their patience :) Enjoy! *** Unloading Guns It was warm, and sweaty in the sleeping bag when Nick woke up the next morning. His backside felt stiff, the inside of his body was raw and his loins ached at the thought of...
Nick pulled Barron close to him protectively and glared at the cop. "What the fuck you pointing that gun at us for?" he growled. "It's obvious what we're doing. We ain't hurtin' anybody." "Nick, take it easy," Barron hissed. "Do not get the policeman angry. We will end up in jail. I have the show tomorrow!" The cop snorted at Nick with a raise of his brows...
Nick Evans loved Mondays. It was the one day he could skip class-the excuse of volunteer work had gotten him off school more times than he could count. And seeing as Monday was the beginning of the working week, Nick knew that Francis McCarthy would be out on his farm, working hard, without a shirt on. The McCarthy Farm consisted of a barn, a house, a stabl...
Sorry for the major delay in this chapter! It was a difficult one to write and it ended up being much longer than I originally intended. Thank you to everyone for their patience and I hope you enjoy reading it! :) *** Easter Sunday Nick's week in California had been hell. He had to stay in his brother's apartment (which was old and gross), he'd gone witho...
To all my wonderful readers, please read the note at the bottom of this story on page 4, as it's important for what will happen in chapter 7 and whether it will be uploaded or simply skipped in favour of part 8. Thanks! *** Brotherly Love Since Nick had blown Francis off for Matt that day at the lake, Francis was forced to find pleasure elsewhere. His att...
Okay so this is my first gay cuck story, some of these events are true and most of it is fantasy. I hope you enjoy. I noticed that this fetish started to develop when our we started engaging in more and more threesomes. My lover and I both have been together for about 7 years now. I'm a vers bottom and he's a strict top. The guys that play as our third te...
"Nick, can you stay for an hour or so after closing?" Nick looked up from the client he'd been massaging. "Sure, Ryan, no problem." Ryan gave him a quick nod, then left. It was a shame Nick couldn't ask him why, not in front of the client, because now his brain was running wild with suggestions. He went back to the relaxing back massage, rubbing the young...