What I am about to write here is part confession and part catharsis. However, it isn't something I feel guilty about because it was forced on me. I would never have chosen to do the things I was made to do on that warm night in May 1865. What I do feel guilty about, what I do need confess is that I can't seem to stop repeatedly committing those acts. You'll...
On Monday, Grady and I were teamed up on an American History assignment. I suggested we research the subject individually, then meet up at my house on Friday afternoon to work on the finished project together. "Maybe we could do a sleepover," I suggested, trying not to let on that I had ulterior motives in mind. Ever since I face fucked Grady, and experienc...
At this moment, Mike shakes like a corned rattler and, his hysterical conscious screams in his skull: I will get through this. You will get one more chance to be a great artist. Cool sweat pools above Mike's ass. His mind buzzes like the dim light over the dumpster. Beige spitball bugs swarm it in figure eights. His leg burns as 'fight or flight' blood poo...
"You get the cams?" Right here, Yon. These don't require wired connection - they're wireless! Let's set them up for good angles. Where do you think we should put them? "On the ceiling. Behind our heads. To the left of our bellies. To the right. Near our feet." Yondin. We have two cams - one for each of us. Pick a place - one place, for starters. We can al...
Hot cum splatted in my face, in my eyes, filling my mouth and I gagged on it even as another huge spurt hit me. I could feel myself blushing with shame though no one in the audience could see it because my cheeks were covered with hot wet man cum. I could smell it, musky, pungent with a bitter sweet taste. My own cock was fully erect in my shorts, had been s...
All characters in this story are eighteen years old or older. *** I was walking home from spending the afternoon with my only friend, Maggie, when I noticed the group of guys playing football in one front yard. I knew Wayne Boudreau and his older brother, Shane, lived there, but Wayne was a loner and his brother was away at college, so I had no idea what w...
Thank you all who have been reading and following along. I always appreciate getting feedback. It helps with becoming a better writer and it's always an ego boost, so feel free to reach out. I will always respond! The usual spiel: This isn't a stroke story, (more porn with plot.) Be warned, it's very long. 33+ chapters, and many sexless ones to come before...
The rain was pouring down as Jeff's car pulled up by my building. The water pounded against the roof of the car and slithered down the windows like liquid snakes. People were hurrying past on the street, huddled under umbrellas. I pulled out my keys from my pocket and grabbed my bag which had been resting on the seat next to me. Matt, sitting on the passeng...
Chapter Twenty-Six - The Tin Man Who Didn't Want A Heart It was a great thing he had Taz now, as he had a reason to go out of the house, and also to go jogging. Getting back to playing sports with buddies was not yet on his list of priorities, as he was still trying to get his life in order, and adjust to the post-Aron era, as he had come to call his life n...
**Nick is pissed off and getting drunk, knowing he should stop. But when he sees the hot blond superstud come walking in the bar it gives him every reason to drink all the more!** ***** New York City Nick was sitting at the bar at Jilly's on Fifth Avenue nursing his fifth scotch and soda and trying not to slug it down like he had the others. He was pissed...