On the streets of Buena Park, California, people with a fondness for customary patriotism expressed gratitude with some undisruptive detonations. As a lifelong tradition, the Fourth of July was alive and well in the city. The street lights didn't become the only ones that provided manmade luminosity. Men, women, and children set their fireworks alight, illum...
Sue's 1962 red Impala convertible had a pillow in the backseat, which Eddie Perry found quite convenient to place under her lower back so she could comfortably recline in the back corner of the seat behind the driver's position. She was maneuvered so that she could spread and bend her legs to enable him, naked, to take most of his weight on his knees, betwee...
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Barely into the new day, 2:30 in the morning, and Paul is taking Raul again in his bedroom. Raul is suspended in air, his belly supported by the plow belt, his arms extended and spread, his hands clutching the front edge of a dresser, his legs hooked on Paul's hips, and his ankles pressed into Paul's upper calves below his knees, while Paul grips the strap h...
"Ah, another late riser. A man after my own heart." The voice was deep and melodious. I was sitting across a table on the terrace from the pasha, who was finishing up his coffee when one of those mincing little manservants had guided me out onto the terrace. He looked as magnificent in the morning sunlight as he had the previous night, fucking Jared in his b...
This is a story of married men having gay sex and it's pure fiction. If you are offended by this kind of story, read something else. Any inference to actual people is purely coincidence. Since this is not reality, safe sex isn't practiced. In real life, always use condoms and practice safe sex. ***** Here I was on my knees, with hard cocks pressed against...
I was never more nervous than while I was waiting in the dance rehearsal hall, trying to keep up with small talk with the pianist, while I was waiting for Miloslav Cersenka for my audition to dance in Defiance. I was torn. I wanted to do this, and not just for the money I needed to help keep Mr. Masters's lifestyle afloat. I needed this for me too. I was beg...
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I felt Frank's weight press down upon me as we both drew in ragged breaths in the aftermath of my first ass-fucking. His weight felt comforting upon me, almost protective. I could feel the sheen of his sweat sliding against my own on my back. At the same time I felt the gooey slickness of my splattered cum on the sheet beneath me pressing against my chest an...
"Wow, I think I've died and gone to heaven. Will you look at that, Ron. I didn't even know they made lava lamps anymore." "With luck, they don't," Ron answered his wife, with a laugh. "Most of this stuff looks like it's been here forever and will remain here forevermore." "And look, they have them in school colors. Do you think . . .?" "No, I don't think,...