Just a reminder that this story contains graphic sex between dominant and submissive categories, although the sex is not completely gay in nature, and there is a degree of humiliation involved. At this point, reading the previous installments would seem to be helpful in understanding the story. ... Paul Lombardo felt empty as he packed up his briefcase be...
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,...
I think I just might be the best peach picker in Virginia. Well, in Rockingham County at least. And that isn't just me boasting. That's what Brother Jeb said all the time I was picking peaches for him. And Mr. Howell said that to me too. More than once he said that. I've heard both men say that, in the peach business, it's getting the first fruit of the seas...
Note on Language: This is a story about two blokes who are from northern England. While I've toned it down a little, there's a lot of linguistic references in this story which might take some explaining, especially in the dialogue. It might help to know that "Nowt" and "Summat" are "nothing" and "something", that "da" and "fatha" both mean "father", that "...
The frigid river water enveloping my body shocked the senses more so as my unsubmerged head remained exposed to the scorching midday heat of the central Texas Hill Country. The dichotomy of sensations provided welcome respite from the vigorous summer hike over the verdant hills juxtaposed around the Sabinal River. My comrade "hiker-in-crime", Howard, a cons...
It's New York in 1974 and twenty-four-year old Ben is spending the weekend with Robert and Ian, two vacationing leather tops from England. After starting out by letting him suck their dicks, tying him up and fucking him, they'd moved on and begun loaning him out to others. All three had been invited to a sex party, due to start in the early hours of Sunday....
Note: This story is a sequel/spinoff of my other story 'The Lunar Life'. While it is not absolutely necessary to have read that beforehand to understand this, it is highly recommended. If you are not a fan of sci-fi, I would appreciate if you gave it a shot anyway. It's not 'Star wars' sci-fi, more 'dystopian future' sci-fi. Hey guys, I'm back with the requ...
Things get out of hand with Darren. Everyone is over 18. Thanks to LarryInSeattle. ========== "You are not doing that. Are you fucking crazy?" Liam stares at his friend in disbelief. Matt is leaning over the edge of the boulder, gazing at the water below. "Liam, we checked out the water. There's no rocks. I've jumped from higher ledges than this." "Not...
Jeremy Quinn was a very shy young man who tended to freeze up in social situations. Add that to the fact that he was very unsure of his sexuality and lacked confidence in himself, and it was easy to see how he became so vulnerable to the advances of a man who was not quite what he appeared to be on-line. ... Chapter One: The mystery man. Jeremy Quinn nurs...
This chapter was really broken up into two separate chapters, so sorry if it seems weird in the middle. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "You're a fucking idiot," Rick scowled, as they looked at the familiar 'Welcome to Las Vegas!' sign. The sign that used to twinkle and sparkle with lights was now barren and dead. Pike thought he was even able to make out the c...