"Stop that," Cal said with a groan, "You're gonna make me come." "That's the idea," Vince said, lifting his mouth off Cal's cock, his fingers still wrapped around the root of the shaft. They were an hour north of Denver on I-25, outside of Fort Collins, making about as good time as Cal's old rattling F150 pickup could do. Vince had been playing with Cal's e...
The Ranchero was a bull-riding bar, complete with sawdust and peanut shells on the floor and a twangy country and western voice singing a "girl done gone up and left me" song assaulted a raucous crowd of men from the rafters. The basement club was set smack dab in the middle of Manhattan, but you'd never know it was there—unless you were a gay male, cruised,...
Fantasy Biker I get a kick out of cruising on my bike. Almost every weekend I'm riding the roads all around town. I usually ride alone, but at the end of my ride, I stop at a bar on the edge of town and have a brew or two before heading home. The place has its' regulars, but it's not a biker bar by any means. I shot a few games of pool with a couple of the...
As a extra credit activity for the junior college I was attending, I was engaged by the Ride and Board Stables as a helper for the summer, doing stable work and other jobs about the riding-school. At least that was what I thought I had been employed for. But it soon turned out that the Ride Master, Jason, had other plans for me. The first day or two I helpe...
The pickup basketball game at the dorm ran late and I had to get out to the polo field lickety-split or I'd miss the start of practice. So, I stripped off my T and used it to dry off my chest and pits, tossed it in the backseat of the trusty vintage T-Bird convertible, and roared off toward the mountains, toward the practice field at the Moss Grove winery in...
"So you spent three weeks on horseback getting here? You must be literally both saddle sore and grimy, Graf Cederhielm. Well,we have a good remedy for both: a hot shower," beamed Colonel Riesenheim behind his large oak desk. The colonel was rotund, surprisingly fat for a cavalry officer. I assumed he needed help to get in the saddle. "You have a hot shower...
Chapter 4 - Back In The Saddle Again I woke Saturday morning with sunlight streaming into my face. I was alone in the bed, Tamam was missing. Damn I thought. I had only woken in his arms once but it felt natural to have him spooning me. Having his powerful arms wrapped around me. My head tucking under his. Was this how it was to be now? We would have our fu...
After having me service her through six orgasms, Mistress Claudia asked me if I was ready for more. ME.....?????...I couldn't believe that SHE was ready for more! "Yes Mistress," I replied obediently as my tongue came out and ran around my lips and chin. I wanted to make sure I had gotten every drop of my cum from her luscious tits. I looked down at the imp...
Jacopo needed allies. People on his side. Nothing was going to work if he didn't have some help. His contact with people was very limited. Besides Horst, John and Andreas were two of the very few people with which he had contact. Andreas was with him almost of the time unless there were other prisoners working around him. Andreas liked to run around and bar...
*All characters in this story are over 18 years old.* "Tonight?" popped up a text on my phone. "Yes Daddy," I quickly texted back. I had met this man at a transgender support group, we had both been born female, but had been on testosterone for over a decade, as well as having had our breasts surgically removed. To anyone at the local gay leather bar,...