Chapter 1 I lay in bed, my lovers semen all over my face and neck, the sun pouring into the bedroom where I lay spread out on the duvet cover, his cum drying slowly on me. I smell like a whore, I thought lazily, the delicious taste of his sperm still fresh in my mouth, where just a few minutes ago he had ejaculated into me. I'm not going to shower today, I...
It was John's first year in college and living away from home was certainly a big change for him. He was from Vermont and going to school down in Connecticut. His college dorm roommate, Steve, was from New York and the two of them had become close friends during the last several months. They both were studying criminal justice and had similar interests in mu...
Author's Note: Thank you for the previous comments. I hope this chapter answers some of the questions. J *************************************** I used the removable shower head to get into areas that needed a good clean. The head morphed into a suction device that would allow my cock to be placed into it. Once my cock was inserted warm water was gently...
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...
We both have the same Christian name, which we had found out about when we attended the same boarding School, where normally you only called somebody by their surname. Masturbating oneself was the normal way to relieve the sexual tension there. Some though were with the company of another boy whilst thinking of your relative girlfriends; some however, went b...
Chapter One I was on my way to the cottage after several years' absence. I had just inherited the place from my grandparents. On the weekend I was going to be 28 years of age, single and very excited about seeing my summer childhood haunt. I loved our country refuge. The cottage was built in the early 40's by my dad and grandad. They scavenged material to...
In order to graduate from college, I had to take a culture social studies class, so I took African studies with Professor White my senior year. Dr. White was a radical black man in his early fifties who had frosty grey in his hair, wore a bow tie and was very proper in his teaching approach. This class was extremely difficult and I was not doing well. One...
A word to the wise: This is a work of complete fiction. Never happened in real life. I don't condone rape. This is a fantasy about a young (straight) man who is pleasured against his will. If you have a problem with this (in fantasy as well as in real life) then I suggest you stop reading here and now. Please know that emails sent about the content of t...
Serving Rod -- Chapter 2. I must have sucked Rod off a dozen times over the next day and a half. We developed a little routine, the three of us -- Rod, his dick, and I. While he was sleeping, I’d work on the project. Whenever Rod would wake up, his cock would get hard. He was always horny. Always. The man has an endless sexual appetite that’s impossible t...
Hello Readers: This may be the final installment of the Retreat. As always feedback is important and would like to hear from everyone in the comments section. ******************** The New Council Members I remember feeling someone slip into bed with me and being cuddled, however I do not remember opening my eyes to see who. He wrapped his arms around me a...