"Interior: Small closet. Dark. Flashlight beams up into two faces, heads together." I turned my own head as I read what we'd written of the script aloud to Hec. This was the second time from the beginning, and we'd been writing for a few hours now. I helped myself to a couple more cookies out of the bag, jamming more into my mouth and crunched, crunched. As...
I got in my car just passed noon. I texted Dad to let him know that I was on the road in 5 minutes. He told me to watch traffic on 26. I smirked and texted thanks! I put the phone on hands free and dialed Brett. It rang and went to voice mail. "Hey this is Zach. Just calling to say hey. I'm on my way to lunch with parents. I'll be back in town about 330-400,...
"Ok you little brat, we know you're hiding in here somewhere. Don't think that you can get away from us that easily. When we find you, you won't be sneaking out again. After today you will be someone else's problem. Thank God... you have been nothin' but trouble for us, and we sure as hell don't need the cops snoopin' around again. Now I suggest you get your...
When I left Tayshawn and Antonio's dorm, I kept my mind focused on Rufus. I just knew it was him. I wasn't really upset, just a little irritated that he didn't ask before he jumped in. When I got back to my dorm, Quinn was there sitting at the sofa watching TV. He didn't even look at me when I walked in, but I was happy to see him. "Hi Quinn. Where's Ru...
I used to go to surfin' at Torquay or Jan Juc or Bell's Beach with my flatmate. To tell the truth, Gazza was more than my flatmate. I was in love with him. He wasn't in love with me though. Oh, he liked havin' me around. And when he didn't have a girlfriend over he was happy enough to fuck me. Sometimes when he did he'd even call out my name as he emptied hi...
Hello, I'm not gay but wrote this story as a bi-curious fantasy. If you enjoy reading it please let me know. I would especially like to hear from those who've had actual first experiences and whether or not you think my story is plausible. If not, how could it be more realistic? I hope to hear from you guys soon. * * * * * I woke up early that morning, I...
I was lying on front, in bed, next to my Uncle Jimmy. We were both naked, as he had made love to me the night before. My ass was a little sore, and I could feel his cum all over and inside it, all dried up. He was up too, and he was stroking my back gently. He was hard, and I was too. He looked at me, and then got up, and laid down on top of me. He placed h...
I'd come out of the steambath a couple minutes before 4pm, thoroughly intoxicated in a wonderfully familiar, and very addictive, fashion. Becoming overheated in several ways, I hadn't spent more than a quarter hour in the steam. With a temperature higher than customary, causing an audible gasp when first entering the dimness, sweat quickly coating my naked s...
It was our Friday poker night and we’d been playing for about 3 hours. Tonight we all seemed to be getting bored with the same old thing. When everybody got up from the table for a stretch, Mark jokingly suggested that we should play strip poker. "Sure," said Tom, even though there were only guys in the house. "You’re kidding," I said. "What, you got somet...
When I stroke myself, my love, I have many fantasies involving you. I imagine touching you and you me. I see us kissing all parts of our bodies, tasting each other's skin, and fluids. I envision our fingers tracing each other's bodies, exploring our hardness, slipping into most private areas. I hear moans, and heavy breathing. Sometimes, I hear little squea...