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Sorry for the delay, but I've also had some more experiences in the mean time, so it's hard finding the time to write all the details down from each experience. I always try to get back to anyone who emails me and I love the ladies feedback especially. Your feedback has been awesome and it is the biggest motivator for me continuing to write. This is a longe...
Sitting in blue-tinted fogged dimness, slumping against the smoothly tiled damp wall, spread legs keeping me from sliding further down along the slick surface of the bench, my condom covered cock was being driven to the edge of exquisite pain and overwhelming pleasure by the biting of a kneeling stranger. A man whose own covered cock I had been sucking a cou...
At night I sometimes find myself unable to sleep. On those occasions I know what I need to do. I throw the covers off me and put a hand on my cock. It's odd, but I have learned over time that when I masturbate, I often get a bigger charge fantasizing about near-misses than about times I actually scored. Never have figured out what that means. Does mean I...
Over the next couple of weeks Gus spent time with Aaron and Mark on multiple occasions. Joining them for dinner and even sleeping over with the marines a few times, enjoying the pleasures of their company. The three men had become comfortable together in a short amount of time, and Gus was also happy to see the solid reconnection that was building between Ma...
I've been in this part of the Mid East for 20 years, first in the service and now as an employee of a company that contracts to the government. We work as guards and for the past 6 years we've been walking around carrying guns and guarding a neighborhood of bombed out houses from looters. Which is actually pretty funny. Unless someone discovers a thriving un...
It was 1970 and I was a nineteen-year-old college student in England enjoying a weekend of bondage sex at a country farm house with my new friend Gary and with Malcolm the home owner, a dominating retired military man. ***** I dozed for the next half an hour or so, only half listening as the guys reminisced about old times and old friends. I was cozy and w...
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...
1974 was Rick's first Christmas away from home, and he was feeling a bit down. He'd stayed home, in Baltimore, Maryland, for his first year in college, but his mother hadn't been able to hack the expenses of even a junior college, although she could afford to go gambling in Las Vegas for Christmas this year, and reality set in that he needed more money to ge...
Thunder? Stampede? Earthquake? Ragnarök? No, man, it's the Disciples. The whole motherfucking gang. They're on their hogs, and they ride. Hair streams like sinister oriflammes. Naked biceps clench in leather jerkins. Fists twist throttles. Like a dust of diamonds sweat glistens on the tattoo tapestry. The Disciples roar through primeval forest, serpentinin...