Chris She moaned every time I thrust in her. Bitch had already come twice. However, I was still waiting for my own orgasm. I guess I was just not on the right mood. I pushed out of her and took off my condom. She whined with dissatisfaction, but I seriously did not care. I did not even know her fucking name. I pulled up my pants and left the room, lighting...
"Honey, I think that boy is a bottom." "What? No way. He may not be as good as fucking as Eli, but trust me, he's way into fucking, not getting fucked." Billy looked unsure, "I don't know, darling. The obsession with big black cock, the cumshot when the white boy submitted... I think we can turn him out, but I think the best bet is into a cum dump, not a t...
Matthew's nipples became stiff, red and sensitive. His heart was pounding, cock was demanding attention. Bunny guy's tongue was invading his ass longer than it was necessary, but suddenly, its wet touch disappeared. Matt looked behind with helpless face and blushing cheeks. Stranger put the plug against his asshole and applied pressure. Matthew's dick twitch...
Hello, dear readers. This is part 1 of a likely 3 volume story. Working on part 2, though not sure if the precise direction yet. If anyone has ideas, let me know in comments! xx Vi ~~~ Jessy laid in the arms of her lover and smiled as she always did after sex. Even though she was only in her late 20s, she thought her days of wild, passionate sex were over...
Six weeks. Six weeks of hell or heaven, I wasn't sure. There was no way of getting out of it though. The experiment was a crucial part of my higher degree course and I would have to go, I would have to stay at the research facility and I would have to see Hugh Davis every single day. On the Saturday our group flew out from Heathrow to Washington D.C. Thank...
"Ryan." Logan's voice reverberated through my dream. We were walking through a field, well, I was walking, and Logan was riding on the back of a very large Mason. He was shirtless and sweaty, and he looked like an erotic Loki riding into battle on the back of Fenrir. He pulled me up to sit in front of him, caressing my sides with his large hands, leaning for...
**Note: these are extracts from letters written to my great-great-uncle Oscar by various friends of his. Oscar and co seem to have all been gay or bi, and the author of this letter, Fitz, really got around. This took place in the summer of 1910; Fitz had recently finished at Oxford and John was a few years younger, possibly just 19. John, a friend of Fitz's...
I had lots of friends growing up in Boston; there was so much to do. Yet, my two best friends were Rocky and Todd. We were the Three Musketeers. We were always together. With only three channels to watch, channels 4, 5, and 7, until they developed and aired channels 38 and 56, we never stayed in to watch television. We were always out playing. We all had n...
So, I have no way of knowing whether this really happened; it didn't happen to me and if it did happen, it was in 1911 or so. I've been going through some old letters my great-great(-great?) uncle received between 1908, when he left Oxford, and his death in 1919 (dude survived WW1 and died when he fell downstairs drunk.) Anyway. This is from one of those let...
I nervously waited in the Philadelphia International Airport baggage claim area for Angus Talbot to pass through from his return from three weeks in the Bahamas. That was half the time I'd been working for him, transferring from the Chicago office at his request. At twenty-five, I was in my first job following graduate school as a concept artist at a major a...