Hiya everyone. I apologize for taking so long to get this one out. To everyone that enjoyed the Staring at the ocean series, you recognize some of the characters in this one and most of my other stories as well. The reason for this is because I thought up story lines that link most of the characters before I actually started writing them. This is also the fi...
This is a story in a series, but from the perspective of Mitchell, the other man involved in the beach encounter. It reads differently from the viewpoint of the prey. Mitchell's going swimming. This was the third time I came to this spot, over a mile from where the popular area where most people went swimming. I often wondered what it would be like to swim...
I have been best friends with Calvin since we were children. We fit together like two puzzle pieces, him being more assertive and me needing someone to tell me what we were going to do that day. He sometimes picked on me, but I always let it slide because of how close we were. We did everything together. As time went on, Calvin developed a condition in mid...
Brett was the typical college freshman. He moved from a smaller town in the state that was about 2 hours away, so a college city was definitely a change of pace but it suited him. He had an athletic physique and loved doing anything outdoors just to keep himself busy. Overall he was the complete package, good looking, friendly, and had the brains to back it...
"Oh God, Yeah!" I shouted as Matt sucked vigorously on my cock. It was a few hours later and Matt's parents had just left about ten minutes earlier to go to his aunt's house. The first thing Matt had asked me to do after they drove away was to get naked, put back on his belt and lie down on the dining room table. I felt so sexy lying naked on the table where...
It was a few years after my divorce and my roommate was my ex's sister. Yeah, I had a thing for her. She had the broken dark soul look to her, disheveled short black hair, too much eyeliner, torn cloths and heavy boots or black Van's. She didn't work and lived with me for free so of course I hoped something would happen. We were doing lots of drugs, going ou...
It was Friday night and the music was blaring from the townhouse. Ryan stood in the middle of the crowd. His friends, Dave, John, Chris, and Jake, all surrounded him, laughing and drinking. Ryan pulled the red plastic cup in his hand up to his red lips. Ryan was a ten...and he was well aware of it. He stood at about 6 feet tall. He had the perfect pecks, h...
I shouldn't have moved. Ace Hoffman sat in his new used truck and wished with every breath that he hadn't moved from Atlanta three weeks ago. This happened every time he'd changed cities in the past – Boulder to Baltimore, Baltimore to Atlanta, and now to Lawrence, Kansas. He missed everything he knew – his favorite bars, the great friends he'd left behind...
Tommy and I picked up where we left off the previous week. Not sharing the details of the weekend, we ended up at his house watching another tape, stroking each other's dicks. The difference now was that I was curious to know what his cum tasted like. After we masturbated each other to orgasm, we got up to go clean off. With Tommy leading the way to the bat...
This story takes place during the Winter of 1970. *** I suppose I should have felt guilty given the things that were going through my mind as I looked at my young guest sitting next to me on the couch, staring at the pornographic magazine in open-mouthed wonder, but I didn't. Young Preston Phillips III was the young fellow who, along with his mother had l...