"UNBUTTON YOUR SHIRT AND OPEN YOUR SLACKS, YOU LITTLE WORM!!" she screamed in my ear. I stood there stunned; frozen in place. I couldn't believe the abrupt change in Mrs. Nelson's demeanor. The normally sweet, good-natured woman had never made even the slightest derogatory comment to me, and she certainly never raised her voice when she reprimanded me for...
CHAPTER 1 The other day, late one afternoon, I was walking along a quiet path in the park, when suddenly I experienced what the French call a Coup de Foudre, which literally translates into English as a Bolt of Lightning. Of course I had not been struck by lightning; otherwise I should not be here to tell this story. Metaphorically, Coup de Foudre also mean...
Comments, critiques and tips are most definitely welcome. Now it's time to dive into an epic story that has kept us all glued. We continue with Miguel's journey as he tries to fight the men that wronged him and find justice for himself, his parents and his uncle. Will he finally get his revenge and will his journey bring him true love in the end? Well. It's...
All communication in parenthesis is done mentally. * Chapter 1 Silence echoed within the tight confines of the carriage as it quickly sped through the cool autumn night, the passengers inside each lost in their own thoughts. Neither paid attention to the foreboding trees outlining the trail at which they traveled, nor did they pay any heed to the eerie ho...
Pelaam© January 2010 It had been a typically busy and bustling day at the pharmacy, followed by a tiring meeting with one of his suppliers. Although he kept an enviable selection of varied chemicals, being the Pharmacist of choice of the renowned Sherlock Holmes meant he often needed something comparatively obscure at short notice. Fortunately, Grayson enjo...
"Got a spare fiver?" "No." "Go on. Just a fiver. I'll make it worth your while." "No." "Please!" I had already walked on a couple of paces, but now I slowed and stopped. There was something about that "please". It wasn't what you might expect;- what I had heard before by young boys, and girls, of similar age, who, when they finally realise they are not...
Happy Hour So my friend Freddy and I were seated at the bar inside 'Swinging Dick's Saloon' and this gorgeous hunk-of-a-man approaches us and blurts out, "Which of you queen's wants to blow me?" I am taken aback by his brash crudeness but Freddy instantly becomes all giggles, raises a limp-wrist and squeals, "I do -- I do -- I do...." Good God, what a fla...
Summary: Straight married man becomes a cocksucker and willing bottom. Note 1: This story is dedicated to goamz86 and to making one of his fantasies as real as possible. Note 2: Thanks to goamz86, Robert, and Wayne for editing this story. Note 3: Although this story is mostly a GAY interracial story, it is really a much deeper story about one man's len...
I swallowed the warm sticky spunk and held onto Hassan's cock until it was flaccid. He sighed several times and remained motionless with his eyes closed. With gentle motions I rolled the softening meat around my mouth. Every so often his thigh twitched. "That was amazing." He whispered at last. I hummed into his groin. "I can't believe I let you do it again...
Reminiscences of a Grammar-School Boy By Jason Land These are the reminiscences of a working class, grammar school boy in the years immediately following the end of the Second World War in May 1945 in the industrial north of England. My name is Jonathan David Robertson and I was born in June 1936 so that in 1945 I was eleven years old. For those of my re...