Brandon had told me that if I wasn't going to move to a new, all-the-way level with him, he was going to a gay bar and would bring someone back to the dorm with him. He said he couldn't take the frustration any longer. I thought he had been joking, that he was as scared about this as I was. But there they were, entering the door from the street and moving to...
When the boys got home Les texted me as instructed. I ordered him to video call myself and David. Les did as instructed, after David joined in I told both boys to strip one at the time and remove the eggs from their asses displaying their selves to us. Will removed his first and turned it off. Next Les removed his and turned it off. I ordered the boys to kn...
Kyle took me by the hand and led me down the hall to his room. Ryan, my other housemate, stepped out of his red board shorts and followed the pointing of his cock to the bed. My own dick was poking out of my fly, still throbbing hard from my right hand pleasuring myself as I had let Kyle, my supposedly straight housemate, take my oral cherry. I could still...
Hi Everyone, Thanks for the encouraging comments from the first chapter! I have to admit that I wasn't sure how the whole porn thing would go over with readers, but thanks for keeping an open mind. We're getting into the thick of things here in chapter two—heavy sex content. Hope you're okay with that! And again, please comment. I love getting your fe...
It was a boring Saturday morning only a few months after my 18th birthday when it happened. I was reading a book, sitting in a little coffee shop on a busy shopping street not minding anything but the words of some story I've already forgotten about. There really wasn't anything worth mentioning going on. Until I felt the gaze of someone. Both curious and...
"Ahhh, Professor Caldwell. That poetry. It's so moving. I had no idea—" "Hush, Lawrence. Live the moment. How does this make you feel?" "It's like nothing I've felt before. But should we . . . should you . . .? I've never—" "No words now, Lawrence. We let the Romantic writers speak our words for us. They do it so well. This poem from Keats. Did it not mak...
It had been several weeks since twenty six year old Bobby came to live with Mommy, Daddy and Kitten. He was fitting into the family. He and Kitten helped the servants. Unless dining with Mommy and Daddy they ate with the servants. Usually he and Kitten chose their own cloths, but today Mommy chose what she wanted them to wear. Kitten wore a long sleeve hig...
I want to thank everyone for the support on this story so far. These past few chapters have been my first writings. So I apologize if it's a little boring. The characters are all above the age of 18 if they encounter any type of sexual relation at all. This story is based on a true story, but has differences. I hope you all are enjoying it. *********** I...
"I should've just aborted you, you ungrateful little bastard." ~Linda Wilkinson to eleven year old son Shane~ * February 4, 2011 "Taz likes them," Shane said for the sixth time since entering the stretch limousine. As expected, Rory had lit into him about his piercings. And since Taz's endorsement was the most persuasive argument Shane had working in his...
I took Dickson, my male Boxer, in for an early appointment at the local chain pet store. He was there for a bath, and nail trim. I walked in and was greeted by a young white male saying he'd be right with me. I stood waiting and observed the guy. He was about 6', maybe 160, filled his clothes nicely and a fantastic ass. He walked up, and I gave him my name a...