Under the cover of night, Noah and I left through the front door, heading north towards Montana. I was surprised at the lack of security. But I figured it was a hospice clinic, not the actual prison. But I quickly realized why it had been so easy. Two guys in their twenties (one who was terminally ill) walking along the highway, through the South Dakota badl...
There it is... the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. She is just the way I wanted a woman to look when I was a teenager. Giant breast with perfect nipples that just had a way that made me want to suck them. And this is the moment I realized I am no longer that masturbating little teenage boy who just wanted boobs, ass and pussy. It was done. How did thi...
This story is entirely fiction—it has a copyright and can not be used without written consent. * PRISON MEAT: Part One "Prison Barter System" Joe lay motionless in the hospital bed; the cavernous prison ward was dark, illuminated only by the red glow of the exit signs. A soiled neck bandage covered a four-inch slash, received defending himself from the "b...
Kyle walked slowly through the scorching heat, determined to get a little down time during his first leave since being assigned to this base. But as he had discovered, August in southwestern Oklahoma was a far cry from his central Wisconsin suburban background. The heat was relentless, each day fused to the next with highs over 100 degrees. But Kyle hadn't...
I had joined a hook up site months ago. I am married, but have this urge to fulfill some man on man fantasies. I consider myself to be versatile, because I have had fantasies of ramming my cock into another man, but also submitting myself to having a man slide in and out of me as well. About 60% of the guys on the site list themselves as bottoms, 30% as ver...
I was trying to make the best of it. There just wasn't enough alcohol at the bar to make me forget I was a fish out of water. It wouldn't hurt to try though. "Can I get a vodka and cranberry?" I called to the bartender. The gruff looking guy shot me a look that should have been enough of an answer. "Look, man, we got beer and whiskey!" He shouted ove...
I was behind the bar at the Wild Goose that very same night. The owners, Carla and Johnny Lake, wanted to attract a younger crowd and generally make the place more hip. That made me grin to myself, but I nodded seriously. They were very clear that they wanted to hear any ideas I had to change the image of the place and draw people in. Ideas? This hick town w...
The Bathroom I work for many different clients in quite a variety of venues all over north Texas. I had a weeks worth of work in the Dallas area at one of the local hotels. While there I noticed that one of the bathrooms on the lobby level had a huge closet like bathroom in it. It had a real door with slats in it for real privacy. There was also some music...
Nearly every college fraternity house on the North American continent has one. At some it's a cook or a cleaner or a coed at the college—or a townie slut from across the tracks. In some it's the cougar mother of a frat brother whose family lives in town and who only was rushed by the fraternity because his mother was half-decent looking and put out like a ra...
Benny Treadway and Frank Stone were long time pals. Grew up together in the northern countryside of Georgia, both born in 1974, a point of mutuality that latched them together after it landed them a seat in the same high school class. A brief introduction after the first day of senior year was enough to flush the pair into a lifelong routine. Quick to ramble...