Standing with a gloriously erect cock in each pumping hand, the feeling of pure sexual power over each man was overwhelming. My own jutting cock was being stroked, adding another strand to the incredible intensity of the action in the room. This was wanted I had, two men helpless against the pleasure of my closed fists sliding along their pre-cum lubricated...
Jan received word, her divorce had been finalised, her Ex's reason. Trading her in for a younger model. Her flat mate Jean was out late, a business meal with her station director. She was a radio presenter, already divorced, same age as Jan 42. Jan was a senior executive in the oil company where Vince worked. She wanted to celebrate, home alone, with a hot b...
Author's note; As always thank you to my readers for all the support! I apologize for not posting as frequently as I said I would. I've been ill for a long time now. I will continue this story and possibly start another series or short stories. Thank you for reading chapter five of The Fallen. Please leave a comment and rate if you liked it. All characters...
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...
The mood is mute, six men sit in Vince's lounge, all wearing dark suites. "I felt the funeral was very touching, especially your eulogy Lance," Don says breaking the silence. Lance stands up from the dining chair he was sitting on. Lance is wearing a suit Jacket that is five times too big for him, it was the only way of getting the sleeves over the plaster...
Chapter 11 - A Shot In The Dark Wednesday morning began with a view to die for; my beloved Tamam walking butt naked into the bathroom. Oh how I love to see him move. It was quite clear that he wanted me to sleep in, but that was not to be. I knew this would be another stressful day. The day would begin with breakfast with the General in his adjutant, while...
Authored by Thomas Stevenson and Southern Suitor. ***** "Are those new shoes?" It was the man Tommy always noticed at the bus stop. The one who always had his tie in an immaculate double windsor, a gleaming fist of silk around his neck, sharp lapels and waistcoat, crisp French cuffs and cufflinks with gleaming patent leather shoes like angular black mirror...
"I can't believe you're leaving man" I said to Leo as we walked to his house "if you leave I'm going to be left here with Jordan!" "Jo is your best friend, your better friends with him than you are with me." Leo replied. "Well yeah" I admitted "but he doesn't cook, and I've had more free meals at your house than a homeless shelter, and I know I work at a h...
I'm your typical punk scene guy. You can find me out with my boys or at shows slamming on the floor. This is about an experience after a show a few months ago. I was walking home from the bar, it was after midnight sometime. I was already done coming down off of some dope, and just wanted to get to my place and fall out. Walking down the main road, bad nei...
Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. Damon Reid vs Tristan Thomas *** Damon stood in the foyer of the Thomas Mansion staring at the spectacle before him. Tristan Thomas, Caleb Thomas' son, not only had his tongue down the throat of a curvy young lady, but had his hand under her blouse as well, obviously feeling up her tits. At this time of the day?...