This story is based on true facts which were related in a BBC2 TV documentary though I have elaborated on these for my story. * "Holy One," whispers the voice, low and deferential from out of the darkness. Dreaming. The Goddess Nut, gigantic face, features spread over the sky, eyes the size of galaxies, expressionless, open mouth, waiting patiently, teeth...
"You're on your way home, Sir? Now?" "I am." Hal bit his bottom lip. Shoot, shoot, shoot. He hadn't planned anything for dinner. "How long until you get here?" Mac drove one-handed down their street, other hand holding his cell. "Actually, I'm about to pull in the drive." Hal ran a hand through his hair, mind whirling. A sudden flash of lights in the dr...
A note from the author: I am extremely grateful to Robert Reams for editing this story. In addition to cleaning up my many errors he also provide advice and clarity suggestions that I feel helped elevate this story from good to great. Any errors that remain are mine and should not be attributed to his assistance in any way. I would also like to thank those...
*Sorry for the delay, I recently had to do a lot of studying and had very little time for Lit, but I hope I can churn out a few more stories now. All characters are 18+* * Brekken was the name of the Scots-Irish cook. He was a mostly strait man, but he had found out that he had a fondness for boys later in life. He liked to watch the younger sailors with...
After a long last night at work I finally got home. I got a nice long shower and fell into bed. I woke up about 1 pm to a reminder text that I had to have my truck at the dealership for an oil change. I dressed, brushed my teeth and headed out. I checked in and went inside to kill some time. I wandered around the showroom and found a seat. Shortly a technic...
More than 5 weeks had passed since my last visit, causing my sense of timing to be a bit off. Not only due to eager anticipation, which at times had me riding far too fast, but also due to enjoying a good smoke before leaving. On weekends, the bathhouse opens at 2pm, and parking the motorcycle around 1:50pm meant hanging around for at least a couple of minut...
I then heard the unmistakable snap of latex gloves going onto a hand, then felt Steve's hand moving around my butt, it was slick with some liquid and he pushed between the saddle and my ass trying to touch all of my ass and even tightly around the base of the plug. He was having to force his hand in to lift each cheek momentarily from the saddle to coat them...
I board a train, going somewhere. The destination is unimportant, but I know there's going to be a long time between stops. It's an old fashioned train, with those first class compartments where you can shut the door and lower the blinds. I enter one on my own, and as the train seems pretty empty, I close the door, lower the blinds and pull a book from my ba...
You know how I always watched you, as you walked into my room, still slightly wet on your return from the shower down the hall. My senior year in college, fourth year in the dorm, and I had never seen a boy as beautiful as you, one whose firm pecs taunted me as your cock strained against the work-out shorts you lounged around in, the tip pressing against the...
I used to spend a lot of time at my best friends house. Although there were 5 kids in the house with 2 bedrooms, 1 bath and a split dormer, I still found it a comfortable place to hang out. My friend was the second from the oldest, with sisters flanking him on each side, a younger brother and a very little sister. The sleeping arrangements were casual when I...