My name is Web Dazell and there's a little history to go with this story. I began writing The Arrangement/Breaking the Arrangement back in 2002, posting each chapter on the ASSTR and Nifty websites as they were completed. What is posted below are all of the completed chapters of both stories combined into one. Other than combining the completed chapters, th...
-Although this story can be read alone, I suggest reading first "On my knees for my boyfriend's straight flatmate."- ***** It was a Friday evening. I came late from work as usual. This week it was my turn to bring dinner. Sting waited for me in his flat. I bought a salad, a couple of fancy burgers and spicy French fries. The dinner was just for the two of...
The Club So now I had an alternate plan. I was convinced that the magazines were the problem. Those photos got my imagination working and got me horny. If I actually saw guys doing those sex acts depicted in the magazines, I would be appropriately disgusted and revert to my normal, straight self. And so I resolved to go back to Old Town on Saturday and go t...
I could not believe my eyes when I saw our new neighbor. He was a dream. His tall frame was accentuated with well-formed muscles. He wasn't overly brawny, just right. I could see his arms ripple under the t-shirt he was wearing as he carried the boxes from the moving truck into the house. His Lycra bike shorts really hugged his ass nicely too I noticed whene...
I realized that I was spiraling down that long, dark, (no pun intended) tunnel of depravity on my way to being a slut for Big Black Cock. I was torn, on one hand, I thoroughly enjoyed sex with Jim, but I knew I was getting out of control, thinking about his thick black tube of flesh in my mouth, spewing its salty load down my throat, pounding my now forever...
I had been living at The Nest for a week. The move was a smart decision - besides saving my parents money on a dorm room for the summer, I wasn't looking for things to occupy my time and the eye candy wasn't bad either. Because the market wasn't quite there yet for "paternity" clothing, the residents and visitors regularly kept their shirts off at the mansio...
This is a work of fiction. All persons are intended to be age 18 and above. --- MARATHON RIMATHON Have I mentioned I take a walk every morning? Of course I have. How else could I have enjoyed that hot kitchen floor blowjob with the married man who lived along the way ("Taking Care of Hubby"). You may remember he moved right after our encounter. Well,...
With a nudge and a yawn-smothering smirk Jeremy pokes me in the ribs and falsetto whimpers at me, "wake uuup..." as I ironically continue to drive and he awakens from traveler's daze. Always his way- deflect the obvious by that distracting charm. Even after 18 years I was not immune to it. The fact of which he remains well aware. Approaching the Animus Riv...
It was a cold December evening and wind whistled through the branches of the linden tree in Dan's back yard. Dense clouds the color of steel wool were rolling in from the west. Dan took a swallow of beer and listened for birds, but the only sound he heard was a freight train blowing its whistle somewhere in the distance -- probably heading south like the bir...
PRELUDE Jerry Barnes was sitting on the front porch of his parent's house reading the morning paper and listening to the patter of rain. It was forecast to rain all day so he knew he would be staying at home. He normally went to the community pool to hang out with his friends but not that day. He finished reading the newspaper, refreshed his coffee and got...