My wife and kids were making the annual pilgrimage to visit the in-laws back in Chicago. Two weeks in mid-July in the sweltering windy city – not my idea of summer vacation. Not even a few nights inside the friendly confines watching the Cubs break the hearts of the city could make up for the torture of spending two weeks with Nanny and Pappy. Lucky for me,...
*This story contains scenes of gay incest.* ***** It had gotten to the point where I hated to leave home in the morning and couldn't wait to get back at night. In between, my dick stayed permanently half hard from thinking about my son, Bobby. His ass hole was insatiable, always willing and able to have my big dick penetrate it. Since I had started fucki...
Chapter One "Of course you have a choice." Silas Collins sat there, assessing what was really going on here and whether everything was down the tubes for him. Yesterday morning he'd been in the Colombian jungle, just "that far" from seizing the daddy of all drug cartel lords, and now he was sitting in front of a desk, facing two suits and overlooking North...
*This story involves gay incest* *** My son Bobby moved in with me as soon as he graduated from high school. His mother and I had divorced when he was 10 and even he, at the time, agreed that it was best he live with her. Not to put too fine a point on it and with all bias intended, my ex-wife is a total cunt. During the years Bobby lived with her their r...
AN: This story was written as a short for the Goodreads MM Romance Group's LHNB event this summer based on a prompt and some drool-worthy images of the naked male form, including one with a lovely tan line. I hope you enjoy the story too. * Who wouldn't enjoy taking pictures of handsome men with their clothes on... and off? Well, maybe a straight man. Of...
All I ever wanted was to be a good person. To be kind. To be compassionate. I wanted to help people. To cure them from illness and disease. But unfortunately I had neither the grades nor the money to get into medical school, so I turned to nursing. Even if I couldn't be a doctor, I would still be able to help people, to ease their pain, to relieve their disc...
"Nice Shirt." "Thanks," Eddie Bocco answered. The man who had swung into position in front of him on the dance floor of Club Hercules was gorgeous. He was massive, muscular, and black—a black black even for Africa. Coal black. In contrast to Eddie, the man wasn't wearing a shirt at all. His torso was god-like and gleaming with a thin veneer of sweat in the...
Hi All! Thanks for the great response and encouraging feedback. This chapter entails my journey of the most blissful and eventful night of my life!! It took me little longer to publish this as it was a lot harder than I thought to pen down my emotions. Pseudonyms used to protect privacy. Both characters above the age of 18 years. ________________________...
By the time I've plunged the coffee and made a pile of buttered toast, I'm a bit calmer. In control of myself enough that I think I can manage a silent cuppa rather than screaming 'fuck off and away out of my life', the moment I see him. He's still glistening with water, hair in tiny wee wet spikes, with a towel tucked round his waist. A hand towel. It ju...
D.O.M #2 Dylan O Meets Prince Nadal *** Dylan O appears in my Mason series. This is part of a planned series of spin offs featuring characters from the "In'DaMan'd" Universe.*** Dylan laid back and closed his eyes, the masseuse working his temple while her co worker gave him an manicure, his feet were soaking in aromatic water being prepped for his pedi...