Knowing full well that Eric's chances, of getting the job, were good, I still encouraged him to interview. It was best for him...he didn't think so at first, but he came around. Of course, he got the job and moved to Denver. Our decision was to move on, allowing him to make a new life; we both knew it was best, but it didn't come any easier. I helped him pac...
- This story is a fantasy, nothing more. It's not real, please don't leave feedback saying that you can't believe that this really happened. If you don't like gay sex or like reading about one man's sexual fantasies, please don't leave negative feedback because you were "surprised". ***** I was on my first business road trip of the summer and, as always, I...
I had been divorced for a few months. I decided to take my time before I got involved with another woman, so I wasn't going out much. I was just trying to raise my kid, who lives with me, and relax a little before I jumped back into the dating thing. My ex only kept my kid every other weekend, so I didn't have a lot of time for looking anyway. I had been out...
This is the second part of my series of Men in my life who take my breath away. I hope to write more stories soon so keep watch for more. Anyway here is a description of the ever so yummy Ben. *** Ben- 30 years old, Brown Buzzed hair, 5'12, Athletic body (From lifting heavy objects), Slightly hairy, 10.5 inch cock (I can wish). I hadn't known Ben long bef...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** This is a continuation from "My Neighbours". I stood watching my neighbours Tom and Andy, desperately hoping they would look my way again. I wouldn't hide from them a second time. I wanted them to see me watching and enjoying what they were doing. I had to have something in my h...
The look on my boyfriend Jamal's face as I slide my big White dick into his sexy Black ass is absolutely priceless. My favourite big and tall Haitian stud simply can't get enough of my thick White cock. And I wouldn't have it any other way. My name is Eric O'Keefe. A five-foot-six, lean and wiry, red-haired and green-eyed Irishman living in the City of Montr...
Tears streaming down my cheeks, stain the soft cotton fabric of the pillow. Head buried and my cheek pressed firmly into it's firmness. Burning, aching pain generating through very tender flesh. Ashamed, worried, so much head noise. Doubts flooding my mind as I replay the disturbing happenings of a day gone very, very wrong. Gut wrenched, twisted, sour to...
I'm traveling again, in western Canada this time. On the way there I stopped at a little "pioneer village" sort of thing in a small town and it was totally deserted except for me walking around by myself. And, as usual, I started to get horny. It never fails; I always start fantasizing when I'm alone outside like this, thinking and hoping that something migh...
Jason smirked slightly as he ducked down and stepped inside Ken's right hook. He was close enough to Jason to see the shocked expression wash across his face followed immediately by a pained expression. The fact that he was bracing for the impact didn't prevent Jason from slamming his fist into Ken's gut physically lifting the tanned man up off the mat. A se...
A few days had gone by and Carson couldn't get Mr. Armisen off his mind. It was becoming a sick little game of his as he went about his day, imagining the various places he and Armisen could fuck. Maybe after hours in the jacuzzi. Maybe go to town in the elevator. Or maybe right here, in front of everybody, out in the hotel lobby- "Carson," Clarissa snapped...