I'm a curious cocksucker and I dream about sucking dick way more than I ever actually do it. I'm divorced (from a women) in my mid forties with a good job and two kids in college. That's why I'm deeply hidden in the closet and very skittish about letting the cocksucker in me out. But the longer I go between sessions and the more big dicks I goon over on the...
"My, look how big and strong you've grown, my son," Arata's mamasan said with pride as she folded his kimono just so over his powerful, straight body. "The time is near for you to enter Lord Oraruto's service." Both mother and son turned at the sound of the wheezing and hacking cough of the old one. Something they were saying had awoken her and set her off....
Judge Thomas Oakley slowed the car as he crossed Martin Luther Key Street on St. Catherine where it turned into Jefferson. He often slowed down here, in passing the King's Tavern Lounge—although he'd never gotten up the gumption to go in there. It was too close to home and he was too well known. When he wanted that scene, he didn't go anywhere here in Natche...
How I got persuaded to do a series of presentations in Nevada in July I really don't know, nor why anyone would want to round up delegates for such an event in high summer, is anybody's guess, we're talking 110° F/ 43°C in the daytime. However, on balance, there are good reasons to be happy it took place. At least the choice of hotels is excellent in Las Ve...
Author's Note: I've been working on another project. This story will be on hiatus for the time being. The monk was shivering. It was a bright summer's day outside the small council room with the heat of mid-July scorching through its wide balcony. Beams of harsh light lit all corners of the room yet still the novice appeared pale and near sickly blue. He sp...
‘Get out my car NOW!’ My girlfriend screamed while slamming the brakes ‘What we’re on the motorway in the middle of nowhere you have to be joking’ I protested ‘I don’t care we’re finished, get out’ I don’t remember when the argument started or what it was about but I knew that she was serious and there was no way of convincing her. I was now left with accor...
All of his friends told Peter Townsend that he was crazy to buy the apartment in Cartagena, Colombia, in the luxury medium-rise building overlooking the ancient harbor, now yacht basin, as his retreat. But it was so convenient for him to sail his boat right up to the building's dock and whisk himself up to his retreat with its heavy security, and Cartagena c...
Chapter 12 Room Service Anyone? North Dakota, now there was an interesting trip. Over the years, I got into a routine when I went to the different states around the country. If I went to a town or state multiple times, I got to the point where I would just stay at the same places over and over again. Especially if I got good service there; if not I would fi...
Goran saw the young man standing nervously at the reservations desk and liked what he saw. He was even happy that Serge, the maître d, was pretending not to see the young man, because that meant that Goran, the waiter, could see him to the table—and could make contact of some sort with him on the way there. Goran was one to make an immediate assessment of th...
The first time I was with Buddy, we didn't have sex. That was something of a turning point with me. I was a commodity. I had always been a commodity. Men paid for my time. But the time they were paying for always was for the sex. That is, it was until the first time Buddy paid for me. I knew the night he decided to pay for my time. I saw him talking to Hoag...