Background: Mark and I are active, vibrant retirees in our mid 60s. We enjoy many activities, both together and separately. Each of us has a "Bucket List" of things we want to do. We are alone, but we aren't lonely. Even though neither of us has close ties to our families, we don't let that stop us from living our lives. You might think of us as Doc Blancha...
We've been in service to blacks for 6 months now. Mom, my wife Cindy, and I have completely devoted ourselves to the pleasures of the Superior African race and Leon. The club where Leon has us working is a nice dinner club on the waterfront in S.W. Washington, DC. We work as greeters and servers with a few other white couples and single white women. All of...
I had always kind of sucked at poker, but never like I did last Thursday. I sat at the table with the regular gang of guys. Ken was winning the night. He was a big guy, easily over six and a half feet tall. Played college football back in the day. Vishni was from, I think, Pakistan. He was Asian/Indian, dark, inky black hair, a quiet type who was a computer...
The first time is always a bitch. That's what everybody tells you, and for me, the old adage keeps proving to be the case. I am a married man—23 years—with four kids, ages fifteen to twenty-one, so I'm what they call "old enough to know better." That's why when I first received an invitation to a JO party I told myself I had lived a quiet respectable life in...
Prolog, yeah I know the fishing and camping stories have been done to death. To be honest it is one of my favorite plot lines. So here is my version of a well used and worn out plot line. My two buddies and I have been planning this trip for a long time. The first fishing outing of a season has turned in to a tradition for us. The Midwest winters seem to ge...
None of the characters in this story are under the age of 18! Far from it! I suppose it could have been posted in "Mature" or "BDSM" but the dominant theme is m/m. The names have been changed to protect the guilty except for the characters who don't really exist. The men in this story are risking their health and their marriages; the ones that are married th...
Waltz In The Dream Atarah sits in her hut as she dips a handmade brush into a vial of octopus ink, and paints onto a large leaf with different symbols and elaborate designs. She presses her brush to her chin as she ponders for a moment as to how or what to base her next project on. It's been a while since a merfolk showed up in her river, seeking help, and...
JULIO: June, Heaven and I stood before Alistair, the man utterly livid. He paced around the garage, looking at the security feeds. He was upset for a very good reason! A militant group from the west had come during the early morning, investigating the deactivated manticores scattered around the city. This military group wore sandy grey cloaks and had an in...
There she was. My beautiful 5', 100 lb. blue eyed brunette wife bent over with a thick 10 inch black cock up her ass. Her pert little tits swinging side to side as her butthole was being stretched obscenely. A week earlier, I would have been mortified by this but I found out that things can change pretty quickly. I continued past our former marriage bed to t...
With a tip of the hat to JAMES12755, who loves tattoos When I got out of the Army, I went out on a high, so to speak. As a member of a Special Forces team, I enjoyed not only the duty itself--always in the thick of it, behind enemy lines, flying to this hot spot or that revolution--but I was proud of myself. I did my duty, served my country, maybe saved...