Polite talk, in general, requires staying within "accepted" boundries. For example, asking someone about mastrubation could cause trouble. You just don't ask and nobody talks about it. It's like noboby does it! What about spanking? Nobody ever got spanked when they were younger. Or did they? What about now? Does anybody want to, or do they? I asked Al, a 1...
I never expected prison to be like it was. Sure, I had heard all the stories about rape in prison, and the gay guys, but I never, ever believed it. I would always laugh, and punch them. But then, I got into real trouble. It was the day I took a chair and threw it, and it shattered, blinding a person by hitting him in the eyes. I got three weeks in prison and...
Skar pads over to the massage table and bends over, settling his bulk of his torso on it and splaying his ass. Matt moves closer to him, admiring the peaks and valleys of his obscenely muscle back. He is a mountain range of man. Matt moves around the table to stand at Skar's head, letting his massive, throbbing erection sway in front of his open mouth. He tr...
"You seem distracted Michael." Doctor Teodore noticed. "Doc... Your advice the other day... About Jake..." "Did it go well?" "Something came over me. I intended to simply just talk to Jake, but then the next thing I know, I later woke up naked next to Jake in his bed. I couldn't remember anything." "Michael, since your divorce, how had your sex life, bee...
* * * * * * * * * * Note: This is a BISEXUAL story. It has male-female sex, as well as male-male sex. * * * * * * * * * * "Is this seat taken?" The speaker was an Amazon--a muscular black woman almost as tall as Andy, with long flowing hair and rich chocolate skin, wearing a white blouse with a plunging neckline and a tight short burgundy skirt. She was hol...
John and I met in high school, he was your typical jock, all the girls wanted him, even some of the guys, but John only had eyes for one person, Jennifer, they were sweethearts from year one. John and I struck up a friendship by necessity. John needed his grades to improve or he would not graduate, John excelled at sports, but not so much in academics. I was...
I was 18 years old just out of high school, I had got a construction job with some guy who was friends with my dad. John was 55 years old, 5'9'' 270 pounds. He was a stereotypical pot bellied dark Italian guy, think the Soprano's Big Pussy. He hooked me up with the job and every Friday we would hang out with a few other guys we worked with and get a buzz and...
Thanks to everyone who cared enough to give me their comments! Much appreciated! Chapter Three I was pleasantly surprised as I drove into the driveway of Red’s new home. Of course, it had been his son’s and daughter-in-law’s home earlier, but Red had paid off the mortgage when he moved here from Florida after their death. He was determined that his grandso...
"So, when did you figure out that Jason Jenks himself was the serial killer?" I gave Hank a steady look. We were across the table from each other in an interview room down at Denver police headquarters. But neither one of us was being interviewed—we'd both just needed a more private place to say our good-byes. I was about to leave the building and find a ho...
Gavin stopped clapping to wipe away the tears that were forming in his eyes. He watched Emmett walk back onto the stage, stand next to the piano, and take his third and final bow. Gavin looked from the ring on his finger back up to the breathtakingly handsome man in the tuxedo on stage. He thought how lucky he was to have such an amazing man that he could ca...