He was tall, had short wiry reddish hair, combed straight back, stiffened with a product that had been unable to tame a couple of poking cowlicks. His face was boyish, pale skin with freckles, clear blue eyes bordered with red eyelashes. "Mr. Jones?" He held out his hand and gave mine a shake – strong, dry, callused. Not the hands of a boy, but I was proba...
This is one of a series of stories that revolve around the hand-rolled cigar and the men who use them, smoke them and make them, and it was inspired by the following paragraph- During the same period, cigar smoking had become so popular among gentlemen in Britain and France that European trains introduced smoking cars to accommodate them, and hotels and clu...
"How many men did you say?" "More than twenty-thousand, the Bruce told us. Edward himself at the lead. They crossed into Scotland two weeks ago. They are camped not more than five miles from the ford now." "And how many Scots?" James Young asked. He could not settle down. He was pacing about the tent of his liege lord, John Douglas, at the Scot's encampmen...
I've always enjoyed college football - doesn't everyone?! We all have our teams and get sucked in to the ever increasing crescendo of conference titles, bowl games and national championships. While often a family affair, the constant stream of TV coverage provides an approved respite and opportunity for the guys to escape the weekend chores and huddle-up in...
The thought of sex with a stranger drove my excitement, as I showered. The soap gel foamed as I lathered my body, my hands working quickly to complete the task, my cock was beginning to stiffen with the anticipation of what may befall, I pushed a slippery finger into my tight virgin anus, practicing to relax & minimise resistance. Although I had not yet ha...
My first attempt at a short story: one that's romantic in nature, but yet hot and primal, too. Hope you all enjoy. I'm always the first to wake in the morning; he's the heavy sleeper. I look over at him and take him in, sleeping peacefully, with his gorgeous body on display. His muscles, curves, hair, skin, they're all so hot. I feel so lucky to be in bed n...
The Dorfbewohner—the merchants, servants, sluggards, and patrons alike—of the ancient and wealthy mountain village of Uberusel in the Swabian Alps tripped oohing and ahhing and twittering out into the village square next to the city fountain overseen by the benign stone-cold figure of Prince Gerhard of the Swabian Hollenusterans. The snow on the cobblestones...
"Dan! Get the fuck out of bed. I'm gonna be late because of you!" I heard my brother scream. It only led me to cover my ears with the pillows. What the fuck was Stefan's problem? It was fucking 6 in the morning. I was just about nodding off when suddenly I felt two powerful arms yank me off the bed. Now, I know I'm not the strongest of men, but I am a decen...
The lights went out. Mark looked about, rubbing his eyes. The office was empty, the cubicles abandoned for the night. He checked the time. 10:30. Josie would be angry. He hadn't called to tell her he would be home late. Mark sighed. Home. He didn't want to go home. Things with Josie were strained these days. He stayed late at the office almost every day, s...
My black lover has an ashy-looking, grey film streaked and splotched on his body. So when we get together for sex I smooth baby oil all over his body - on his face, neck, shoulders, arms, chest, stomach, legs, the front and back of them, on his back, firm buttocks, in his crack. I wipe it down with a soft hand towel. Then he sheens, his black skin glistening...