a Rayne Wylde story by Sadie Rose Bermingham 2004 On a cold night in December, just before Christmas, nineteen year old Rayne Wylde met up with his pimp, Rabid John, in the Dog and Ferret after a day's shopping in and around Soho and Carnaby Street. For the first time in his young life, Rayne found himself with money in his pockets as a result of his 'work'...
A story about Paul Brady, a 62 year old newly retired teacher, and Carson Taylor, a young lad who was his neighbor. ... I was standing at the kitchen sink, rinsing out my coffee cup, when I heard the sound of the lawn mower being fired up, and I couldn't help but chuckle as I peeked out the window and saw my industrious young neighbor, Carson Taylor pushi...
Ben, Robert and Ian previously appeared in "Ben is Kept Under Control". It was late in the afternoon on a cold and wet Sunday in Toronto in October 1974 and I'd spent a dreary day doing backed-up laundry and cleaning my apartment when the phone rang. When I heard the voice on the line my mood instantly changed for the better. It was Robert calling from Lo...
But my son's not invisible; his clothes are [For JonKingBros] Funny it happened when we tried "The Invisible Man." I've always wondered about that. Everybody's tried auto-blow, bending into a pretzel, trying to suck your own cock. Everybody's tried it, especially when younger. A flexible guy like my Chuck-o can lie back, roll his hips up, bring his feet...
CHAPTER 02 -- Jake gets initiated. I wakes up suddenly, me body is cold, an I realise me quilt is gone. I opens me eyes an seez Carl grinnin' at me holding me quilt. "Oi! Gizit back fuck face!" I rolls on me front t'hide me boner. "Happy birfday bro," he sez. Aw fuck! 'Ow could I forget it's me birfday, "Wan'ya prezzie?" "Fuck yeah!" I sez an' lifts me...
Those wanting explosive sex with massive cocks in the opening paragraphs, this story will be a disappointment. If you like a story that builds a relationship before the ultimate plunge into sex, this story will not be a disappointment. This is a work of fantasy. The author retains all copyrights Winter in New York - A Week in Seattle Winter winds howled ou...
Soon after Chuck left, I slipped into some sweatpants, a t-shirt, and seriously began to straighten my place up. I was on that good ol' proverbial Cloud 9 after my wonderful and unexpected night (and morning), and the butterflies in my stomach were giving me just the energy boost I needed. Within a few hours time, my living room was starting to come together...
Brock Barry Peterson was the handsomest man I had ever seen. He was over six feet tall and had smooth clear skin, blue blue eyes and white white wavy hair. He was always impeccably dressed in expensive well-tailored suits, crisp ironed shirts, and tastefully colored ties. He wore a special cologne. I don't know what it was, but it was heady. Sitting across f...
Lance had not left the house in three weeks. Even so, the freezer remained stocked to overflowing with those thrown-together concoctions that, in other parts of the country were called casseroles, but here were called "Minnesota hot dishes". There was one, he knew, that contained soggy tater tots. Well meaning friends had dropped by for the first three days,...
Disclaimer: The characters in this story are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. The following story involves graphic descriptions of sexual encounters. If such things offend you, please read no further. For everyone else, I hope you enjoy the story. This is the second installment of my first...