Chapter 3: Big trouble in little Chinatown Jamie looked over to see the Conservatory of Flowers coming up on his left. He was on the last leg of his usual three mile run- starting off at Ocean Beach and making his way inward, looping around at several of the attractions Golden Gate Park had to offer. Saturdays typically made for quiet runs with most of the...
I peeked through the crack in the door. Chris was standing up. His pants were down by his ankles but he was still wearing his shirt, shoes and cap. In front of him, on his knees, was Jo. Jo was fully clothed. His head was moving back and forward slowly. Chris had his eyes closed, his hands on Jo's head. He was gently thrusting his cock in and out of Jo's mou...
"Yes, I suppose you could add in a work semester, but—" "And not lose too much of the time if I continue to take and turn in assignments?" "Yes, but . . . this is hardly the time to . . . oh shit, oh fuck, do that again." Mark Carlson, who had stopped rising and falling on his professors' cock in a cowboy ride to ask the questions, moved his hips from sid...
Author's note: Like everything based on a true story, I have stretched things here or there. But during my time in college, I spent several months working at an adult store with a infamous backroom. This was before I was married and before I knew better. Though I still think back on some of my memories fondly, in many ways I was very lucky. The names, the on...
Every weekday was the same for Derek. He would attend his classes at Cal State Fullerton, hang out with friends, and return home for the night. It seemed to be such a normal routine for the typical college student. But on a Monday afternoon, during the cool and serene month of April, the breaking of the cycle would be based on a crucial decision not only on...
3.a: The treadmill Wednesday had come around again. I had gotten a message from Sir to be at his place for one p.m. and I was achingly horny. Besides the fact that I had been locked for a month now, far longer than I ever had been before, I was still feeling the residual excitement from shooting that video in the parking garage on the weekend. So, after doi...
All participants are 18 or over. ***** I walked into Vance's apartment building with wary trepidation. The last time I'd been here, my life was completely changed. I was drugged and unconscious in his apartment when the man called Vance tattooed the word CUMSLUT across my forehead. For a while, I had little memory of that night, but I sure had made some...
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Last thing. And always the chore Tyler hated the worst - getting his tux tie worked right. It wasn't helping that he was crouched over the galley counter in the Lucky Card's cramped main cabin or that his hands were trembling from the risk he was taking. He had to get himself into this monkey suit quietly because he didn't want to wake Axel, in the other cab...
[This story takes place in the last quarter of the twentieth century, when things like the internet did not exist. You are warned that in addition to the gay sex that you are looking for, there is much in the story about music, science, religion, English college life and alcohol. There is also some crude language. Should any of these topics not suit you, the...