I was a married college student, in my mid-twenties, back in the 1970s. My first semester in school I was exploring the campus and was on the second floor of the Student Union. The entire second floor was virtually deserted as I wandered the halls. I had the urge to pee and found a men's room tucked away down a short, dead-end hallway. I went inside and st...
Ron's hands were sweaty on the steering wheel. He had been driving for nearly three hours straight. Ron had told Jay he couldn't meet him, but now found himself on the interstate driving toward his destiny. Ron had known Jay for many months. Through their almost nightly chat sessions on the Internet the two men had become very close. The occasional phone cal...
*I feel like now is a good time to relay that I, and no one else, should ever condone non-consensual sexual activity OR even reluctance in any way shape or form. It should strictly be kept as a completely fake, fantasy situation. Furthermore, if you don't like, simply don't read. Easy.* *** Daddy had to do some work from home while I cleaned the house. I h...
8====>~ Josh moaned when he saw the order he was up for next: two large pies, double order of chicken wings, and two chocolate dessert stix going to the ATO House late on a Thursday night. That usually meant that there was at least a small party already underway at the frat with a reputation for partying hard all weekend. He had already become more of an ob...
"Go into Slut Mode." Chris said, like it was nothing. "Fuck me, please fuck me now. I need big dicks in me. Pound me hard, screw me deep." My consciousness receded and my mouth and body acted like a slut, just as ordered. My fingers had made it to my ass and I was shoving three in and out, forcing moans out. They dropped their pants and each moved to one...
At an outside café in Izmit, not too far from the Marmara shore, Umut has just shared a glass of tea and some food with a friend who has now left. Umut is not ready to return home just yet, so he stares vacantly into the almost fantasy-like glow of the late fall afternoon. The setting sun on the Sea of Marmara radiates as a brilliant iridescent fog througho...
Today, at the height of Hurricane Season, which has been relatively calm so far, there was a storm that came close in the Gulf, just close enuf to give us that pre-storm moist warm air and passing bands of rain. Just enuf to bring back memories of Hurricane Georges in September 1998 a category one storm that I sat out in my apartment on Miami Beach – but wit...
(continued from Sniffing Mike's Briefs) Mike and I are roommates, sharing this inexpensive two-bedroom house in this college town. He goes to school and I go to work. We cut the expenses down the middle and manage not to get in each other's way. We don't share much except the rent. Mike doesn't have a clue that I secretly enjoy sniffing his dirty laundry,...
The rustling from the wood's edge caught my attention. The dusk obscured its cause, I felt as much as saw a presence. Not twenty feet away from me on the cabin's porch, he emerged, caution evident in every step. He scanned the clearing ready to spring back into the safety of the forest. I remained motionless, fearful that I would frighten this beautiful crea...
The year after high school, I was still living in the small town where I grew up. I was working in a factory to earn money to start a college education. My mother was diagnosed with terminal cancer and most of our funds and time were spent making sure her last few months were bearable. I was looking forward to getting out of our small town and starting my li...