He could not be mad at Klaus. After all, the guy was working himself to the bone. Apparently, being rich didn't mean sitting on your butt, by a pool, eating ice cream or something. But Jake had to admit that he felt restless without being able to talk to the guy. He had wanted to call a few times but felt guilty at the thought that Klaus was getting too litt...
Even as they were neighbors, Marks house was ten minutes away by car. He had a sweet little queenslander and a seriously flashy looking ute for a farmer that must have cost at least double the price of my special edition Falcon. Jona told me that Mark had a Swede living with him and I'd be tagging along with her and or Mark to see how the farm worked. Appar...
For several days in the Tripoli harbor fortress prison cell, Billy and Adam were unchained to crouch on the floor to eat two mean meals a day and to go to a small, outside walled enclosure near the cell to piss, defecate, and stretch their legs. Drinking water was brought to them periodically throughout the day, mostly by the men who arrived to fuck them. A...
It had been more than a month when my colleague Peter and I became suck buddies at a conference while we shared a hotel room. Our cheap company brought us together and the rest is history. Not only did I find another dick to suck but Peter also returned the favor and he found out he enjoyed sucking a dick as much as I do. Our schedules didn't allow us to ho...
Peter Stephens had anticipated the hotel lobby would be crazy, but not this crazy. What the airline had described as a "scheduling software glitch" escalated into dozens of grounded flights, with hundreds of stranded passengers. There were probably 50 or 60 people trying to push their way to the desk clerk, hoping to get one of the few rooms left. His own...
Part 7. Snowed-In...And Hotter Than Ever!: Jason's perspective When John and I arrived at the airport in Denver, the first flakes were starting to fall. We were in town to represent our agency at the annual PST Client Conference at their headquarters. I'd been drafted to attend the conference with John. And, had this been a few months ago, I would've been p...
I don't know how long he'd been sitting there, across from us, in Washington, D.C.'s, Union Station waiting room before I saw him. Denise was off, checking out the shopping concourse because she couldn't sit still for the two-hour wait before we could board the Capitol limited bound on an eighteen-hour, one-night run to Chicago. The senator was pacing an ei...
The seventy-second Christmas Eve of Alan Corwin's life dawned cold and gray, though snow was not yet falling when he awoke before six o'clock. He always woke early on holidays, though he never made anything special of them now. No tree or decorations were placed in the small condominium unit he occupied in the assisted living complex. It was on December twe...
I woke up a little hazy. Unsure if last night really happened. I didn't believe it until I felt how sore my jaw was. My mouth had never been put through anything like that before. The night was confirmed again once I saw the anal lube, butt plug and skimpy black thong sitting on the table. I read the note again and tossed it in the bin, wondering who that gu...
Chapter Ten - Let's Make A Salad All right, at least he had managed to make the leather chair look decent after the online BDSM groups had supplied him with useful information on how to clean cum off leather. The best part was that he hadn't needed to call Mark to the rescue, and a tissue and some rubbing alcohol that he had luckily found in the small vanit...