"Are you Mark?" "Yes," Mark said, startled. He turned his head toward the gruff, menacing voice. He had fully stripped down in the locker room when the big black stud entered. The young man turned and looked at the black brute. Neither spoke further. The black bull, wearing only athletic shorts, showing off a magnificently muscled body, walked to Mark, wra...
Last night I dreamt I went to paradise again. I believe we can credit the encounter to Daphne du Maurier. My tour in Cyprus was at an end, but I had hung on for a month, sending my wife back to Washington, D.C., to get the house open up again and everything there back in working order and to guide one of our children into a new university year. I had stayed...
I woke up with Ronnie snuggled into me. His cock was still rock hard and pressing against my ass. I got up and went to use the bathroom. I cleaned my cock and stroked it. Still hard too, and we were due to take another viagra soon. It's our last day of the retreat, I wondered what would top what we have all done over the past two days. I was an expert now. I...
I couldn't be faulted for doing my best to fight off the depression from these urges that had clutched at me since high school. My parents, bless them, had done what they could to help me—my dad, especially, by guiding me through various sports programs, giving his all to the effort to give me the All-American sports hero life—using up all my time so I didn'...
Aw, fuck! Not again! I mean, come on! I've jerked it, what, four times today already? But sure enough, I can feel the rushing warmth of blood flowing into my swelling dong... Maybe if I just ignore it, the stupid thing will go down. I focus on my cereal, on the delicious, sugary-cinnamon taste of these delightful little--okay, that's not working. I can feel...
*Dr. Jake Thomas* The biggest pet peeve of mine is waiting at a red light and listening to my music to have it drowned out by someone else's. I hate that. I hate most music, but I can't put a bubble around me. I was driving to work this morning; I left a little later than usual and he pulled up next to me. He had all his windows down and there was a heavy...
Lamont Breaux had expended years of study and much of his family's money in search of the wild dream based on murky myth that either would start to pay out tonight or he'd be stuck with this white elephant of an old, moldering plantation house on the Mississippi that would be worth nothing to anyone. He had kept his research and reasons for buying Fontnet's...
I got home by teatime on the Sunday. I lay on my bed. God, I was missing Ronnie and the guys. Did that just happen? Did I really take every guy on the course? Was I really drenched in hot spunk? How many times did Ronnie and I come? I thought of Colin and his huge cock. Did I really suck him off several times? Did Mark really take me against the kitchen sink...
I first met Louis Esposito when I was twenty four, with many unfulfilled fantasies about being with a guy. Trouble was, I only seemed to be attracted to straight guys. There is something about the complete impossibility of blowing and tasting a masculine, clean-cut, heterosexual boy that I find irresistible. So I was firmly in the closet...but little did I k...
"Imagine for a moment, if you would A life that's not defined in bad and good But chained instead with shameful aching need To eat the fruit and try to hide the seed." ___ Carver ___ Carver stands on the porch steps, arm around his wife Sandra waving goodbye to Sam and Shelly, the last couple to leave Bible study group. As they pull away from the curb...