It's Saturday night. I'm out with my boys in the bar. I'm sipping my drink trying not to stare at him as I watch him with his friends, laughing and having a good time. My friends are talking at me, but I don't hear a word they say. I'm focused on him, though I'm trying not to be. I can still taste him on my lips from the night before, feel him on my cock. I...
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Chapter 22. In which our hero enjoys an afternoon delight. It is Sunday afternoon and the last lap of the race has just started. Two of my teammates are behind me and we are in the lead group of twenty or so. Our sprinter is the last in line. My job is to keep us near but not at the front until we are within the last mile before the finish line. My legs...
It was the beginning of YY University's annual festival week. All students were hyped about it, forgetting about the upcoming terror attack called "midterm exams". The festival week was planned to be starting with various kinds of sports races on the first day, leaving the other days less exhausting activities. One of the most hyped sports races of the day w...
For the next four days heavy metal music filled most of Alex's waking hours. It was angry and loud and distorted. He skipped the occasional tracks on Spotify that attempted metal's version of compassion (Disturbed's cover of Sound of Silence in particular) and preferred songs with minimal lyrics. His head banged. His head avoided thought. To add to his mis...
Alex watched the man in front of him glide over the wood boards that elevated the footpath over the muck of the swampy marshland. They had been exploring the Rachel Carson Wildlife Refuge when Steve signaled Alex to stay back. His large athletic body barely made a sound as it inched forward and Alex wondered if he was part Indian Warrior or part Ballerina. T...
Shockingly, I was not surprised when I woke up for practice the next morning just to find that my bed was empty. Andrew had disappeared at some point during the night, which is pretty impressive considering less than five hours had passed since I had even gotten home, let alone fallen asleep. With a sigh, I pushed myself out of bed and forced myself to get a...
Please note that like all my experiences, my boyfriend and I use condoms when fucking with others and that for the purposes of this story, I have omitted that fact. Be safe and have fun guys. ******************* We started renting a couple of rooms in our small farmhouse here in France to bring in some income, we didn't buy the place to grow much and in fa...
There's a reason I hit the gym at night. I hate people. The polite greetings, the small talk, the grunts of jocks doing pull-ups, women and men chattering in their headsets. They give me a headache. Worse, they make me feel abnormal for not participating. You'd think spending my days alone in my home office, cut off from human interaction, would be enough t...
"Forgive me father for I have sinned. It has been one month since my last confession." Father Mulroney recognised Tommy Reynolds' voice clearly and smiled to himself with the expectant sweetness of this innocent boys' latest confession. Would it be looking at a girl across the quad again? Perhaps he felt guilty for eating too many sweets before bedtime. The...