As sixty seven year old Everett Horton sat on the edge of the motel room bed waiting for his new acquaintance to emerge from the bathroom, his mind kept going back a half a century to a motel room even more dingy that this one in Colonie, New York was. Back then Everett wasn't the old geezer waiting at the bed. He was the lad in the bathroom getting dressed...
Now Stan, I should perhaps mention, is a bit older than me and of a build that most folks would just call skinny. But that beauty that he hosts between his legs is without a doubt the fattest part of his body. It is long, thick and when fully aroused, a state I take such joy in bringing about, stands proudly straight out with a graceful upward bend. It is re...
Years and then more than a decade went by with nothing much happening in Emile LaCour's rotting plantation house on the Mississippi beyond the dust accumulating and the oaken walls drying out and spitting. Gage Angle still held his mentor and tormentor in his bed chamber on the second floor of the mansion, shackled to his bed, and rejuvenating himself only w...
Ethan's eyes fluttered open, and he was met with a wall of wall of white hair. Two round ears poked up out of the tussled patch of hair. Ethan smiled and kissed the back of Carey's head, making his ears twitch. He laughed, waking the smaller man. Carey turned around and stretched, yawning. "Morning," Ethan mumbled. "Good morning," Carey replied, voice lac...
The controller swung in a vicious arc, my thumbs sliding across multiple buttons on the pad as the sounds of war echoed on either side. The end of my gun was barely visible, and the barrage of bullets erupting from the barrel gave the impression of a light saber. A sensor went off, and I bit my lip as I did a front roll to escape the slicing katana whizzing...
What was I doing here? Here I was, late on a Friday night, sitting in a bathroom stall in the basement of a men's dorm at the local college. I was sitting there with my pants around my ankles as if I was using the toilet for it's intended purpose, but really I was just slowly stroking my cock. I had chosen this particular bathroom after reading about it on a...
Freshly showered, Aric walked into the bedroom to find Tom still in bed. The comforter had fallen away from his back, which rose and fell with his breath. Holding his towel around his waist, Aric went over and kissed Tom on the cheek. "Hey, I've got to go to work." Tom squirmed in the sheets. "No. Another five minutes," he mumbled. "Not you, silly. Me." He...
Sequel to Beach Trips & Road Head and Beach Trips & Sex On The Beach Sitting on the toilet, I waited until I heard Chad and Robert leaving. What was wrong with me? I had a roll in the hay with a guy I just met this morning, it wasn't like we were in love. Why did my chest hurt? The ocean breeze jostled the vertical blinds, startling me out of my pity party...
There hadn't been much of a firefight at all. The Hondurans hadn't really expected any of our Sandinista bands to strike across the Rio Coco Segovia, the river marking the Nicaragua-Honduras border, so they hadn't really seriously established a defense of the Gringo mining engineer team at the project in Brus Laguna. The Hondurans apparently hadn't bothered...
Chris knew it could have been worse. His roommate could have been messier, louder, more rude. The kinds of things his friends all complained about. Instead, he complained about Tyler. Tyler, who walked around in his underwear with the window wide open so everyone could see. Tyler, who stared at him while he got dressed and made comments. Who kicked Chris out...