Sometimes, going home with the wrong guy can be a mistake, a terrible mistake... * It started out a lousy day. And it just keeps getting worse. I meet him in a bar for the poor, the stupid and the stinky. I'm sat there drinking, thinking, sinking, feeling low, hungry, depressed and far from home, wondering what I'm going to be doing once tonight is through...
I guess it may have been because of my mother—and of the strange beliefs my grandmother formed around her. Up until the time my grandmother's ill health coincided with me being old enough to go to college, I'd been kept in the dark about so many things. I knew that my mother must have done some really, really bad things from the way that my grandmother just...
He kept going on about how hard-up he was. How he hadn't had his cock up an arse for however long it was and how his balls were so blue that a fart would get him off. Me and Biggsy kept laughing at how desperate he was acting but I kind of felt sorry for him in a stupid sort of way. Smithy's the only bender we know in our dead-end little town, and it can't...
*Note: all actors in this story are 18 years old or older. ***** Patrick was at the table in his parent's kitchen, studying his calculus homework, when he winced and tugged at his crotch. The pain was there, burning. The head of his cock was red and itchy when he went into the bathroom to pee; the fact made his heart drop. He had no idea what it could be...
In the dimly lit passenger cabin, Rick fidgeted in his seat. It seemed to him, that the flight home was taking forever. "Settle down, babe. It won't be long now." Dale reprimanded lightly. Rick sighed, "I know, it's just that..." "You're horny?" Dale suggested with smile. He laid his hand on Rick's thigh and slid it slowly inward and upward. "Jeez, Dal...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** It might have been the death of my mother and my only sister in the car accident. It might have been that I tried to drink away the depression while I was hundreds of miles away from home at college. What I do know is two things. My father would be furious I had failed out, in jus...
I'm really lucky...I have hippy parents who had good business sense. We grew up comfortable, on the fringes. I got a great education, decided on some business classes and finally earned my massage and physical therapy degrees. My parents semi-retired from the Chinese supplement import business. I took over and maintained my practice on evening and weekends:...
Hey readers! Just wanted to give a major thanks to my new editor, Cruel2BKind, for making me reconsider some things and agreeing that my pacing sucks J This chapter has been really challenging, and I re-wrote it a few times to produce this. I hope you enjoy! ~PeterPanics * em>Faggot. I felt Gavin's cock pushing into me, filling every inch of space I had...
"Let's head over to West 4th for a pickup game, whadda ya say?" It was a hot summer New York night, the kind where it doesn't dip below 80 degrees and anyone and everyone is out and about, looking for something to do. The idea sounded like a great one to Ernesto; his friends, however, weren't as enthusiastic. "Whadda ya fucking crazy? It's fucking hot as f...
All characters depicted are over 18. Rick and Rob continue to explore their boundaries and bodies. As with all new experiences, they don't always see eye to eye. Thanks to LarryInSeattle for his editing assistance. ============ When I woke, the room was bathed in reddish light; the sun was setting. If we wanted to eat in the dining hall we'd have to hurr...