We all went into the front room and Helen took the role of hostess, guiding us to where she wanted us to sit, and getting everybody a drink. She had put Marie and me on the sofa, while Terry and her sat in the armchairs opposite. "Terry get the fucking music on." Marie said, taking a massive swallow from her glass. "Calm down Marie." Helen said. "You'll be...
Marcie gave a grin at the tousled-haired, platinum blond who rubbed at sky-blue eyes that normally held at least some vague sparkle, but that presently simply reflected bone-weariness. "I hate nights," came from behind hands which hid a face of delicate bone-structure and beauty most women would be envy. "I know, Layton, but you'll get in the swing of slee...
"I'm sorry, what was that you just said, Mrs. Pettington?" What a tiresome woman. I had just now been distracted from listening to her by the way she snapped her fingers at Kisula and then gave him a distasteful look when he refilled her coffee cup. "I said, Mr. Woolston, that I hardly think we need worry about these rumblings from the tribal huts. England...
The young man's hand was trembling as he handed the creamy vellum envelope embossed with the FGCC crest over to the older man. Edward Winslow held the younger man's finger between his and the underside of the envelope for an extra couple of seconds before taking the envelope and placing it carefully on the top of the cigarette table beside him. He puffed on...
[This story was inspired by a sex crime case reported in a Nigerian paper] ***** An almost imperceptible head gesture from the bartender sent the woman in the tight red dress veering away from me as I perched at the bar and took a pull on my second bottle of Star Lager. Alhaji—that would be the bartender—had told me I had to start with Star Lager as it was...
"Tomorrow. Bring your hands around my sides as I lay enveloped in your lap. Hold me in your hands until tomorrow, one hand cupping my balls, making me vulnerable to your touch, and the other hand possessing my cock closely—and stroke, stroke, stroke. Ahhhhhhh. Still cupping my balls with one hand, move the fingers of the other to my hole and invade and stret...
I held my phone loosely in my hand. The screen: a dark picture of David's ass taken from over his shoulder, it's perfect curve and the slight dusting of hair. To put it shortly, it was a hot ass. But somewhere in my chest, I felt more than just the regular excitement of getting snapped a sexy picture (which, albeit, was still a new experience for me anyway....
The Video Tape Over the next three or four weeks, Scott and I sucked each other off whenever and wherever we could. Unfortunately, the weather had turned very cold and we couldn't spend as much time at the cave. Instead, we had weekend sleep-overs, where we would take turns blowing each other and of course, jerking each other off. We were almost caught agai...
"Where did you get those? Those look fresh. You said that Cole didn't . . ." "No, it wasn't Cole. It's OK, it doesn't hurt much." Tab had called the bank and asked Ben Semple if he was interested in a nooner at the apartment. "Always," Ben had answered. "I'll be there in ten." Ben was already stripping his shirt off as he entered his apartment, and that'...
Chapter 8 - Dave and Leroy Have a Major Disagreement After returning from Allison's, Dave was sitting on the couch with Leroy, they were holding hands and kissing. Dave remembered, Leroy had chuckled and asked what it was about. At first, Dave was trying to remain calm when they were talking about the subject. He couldn't believe what was coming out of Ler...