A contract with the Syndicate allows no escape clause, even for a Contract Cocksucker... I recognize the way his cock expands, pulses hard up against the roof of my mouth. And the familiar way he grunts with animal satisfaction the moment before he cums. I nuzzle in closer, taking that fatness comfortably tight into my mouth as the tremors begin, the expl...
I had just started my first year of college and was living away from my family for the first time. The deal with my parents was that I could go to an interstate college on the condition that I got a part time job that could cover my rent and my living expenses. I found myself a great little studio apartment a short bus ride from campus and a job waiting tabl...
"UNBUTTON YOUR SHIRT AND OPEN YOUR SLACKS, YOU LITTLE WORM!!" she screamed in my ear. I stood there stunned; frozen in place. I couldn't believe the abrupt change in Mrs. Nelson's demeanor. The normally sweet, good-natured woman had never made even the slightest derogatory comment to me, and she certainly never raised her voice when she reprimanded me for...
Keith sat at the kitchen table, angry. It was his 18th birthday, and he spent it alone. "That bitch." he fumed, "She can't spend one lousy fucking day with her only son." Keith's mother, Sheila, was at that moment in her bedroom. The words she used with Keith was "entertaining a friend" but he classified it as "being a whore". She spent a lot of time "ente...
"You can't be fucking serious!" "Oh I can be, baby, and I am." He said plainly. "Stephen! I can't wear this shit outside! It's one thing when you and I are playing around in the house, but not out there. What if someone sees me?" "Who's going to recognize you in that? No one. Besides we agreed." "No we didn't agree! You made up the rules and then said we...
The young man sat at the sidewalk café in Fairfax City near George Mason University in the Virginia suburbs of Washington, D.C., sipping coffee and shyly looking around him. Several tables away from him and behind him sat a somewhat older man, perhaps in his forties, but very good looking in a dark, foxy sort of way. This man also was drinking coffee and loo...
Hey, so I've been writing this one on my blog and GA, and it's much shorter, so I'll only be posting it here every three chapters or so. I hope you like it, and thanks for reading. Oh, and Minute by Minute will be up in about a week, thanks for being patient and for all the wonderful comments(: ****** The house I pulled up to looked nice. Like the pictur...
"So, do they have classes in lighthouses here?" I looked up from where I was scanning the brochure for a lighthouse off the coast at the mouth of Plymouth Bay where one could vacation for a night or more. But I had photos and layouts of other lighthouses surrounding me at the library table, as well. He looked vaguely familiar, like I'd seen him around the c...
Vince Tranter looks out over the countryside, the sun is setting and is painting vivid hues of red, orange and gold on a canvas of cumulus clouds in the distance. Anthony would get so excited at seeing such a beautiful sunset. Vince remembers on many occasions Anthony would often drag him into the garden to watch them. They would hug, embracing each other at...
All participants are 18 or over. This story contains reluctant sex. ***** After Fritz, my lover's husband, nearly caught us fucking in the house, Greg and I did anything but cool our affair. Even though Fritz was retired and theoretically spent all of his time at home, Greg and I found plenty of opportunity when he was working outside or tinkering in the g...