More Curiosity: The Video tape continues: After about an hour in the hot tub, and after having dosed off a couple of times, I felt Scott’s foot playing at my crotch. I smiled back across at him and found his cock with my toes. We both had raging hard-ons again! Not much had been said since the scene in the living room, but I had several questions. Sensing...
I must have drifted off... I woke up with a start as I felt a swat across my ass. I am not sure how much time had passed. 20 minutes? 2 hours? Who knows. Dom Tom had come back into the bedroom though, and wanted me awake. And apparently had rolled me over onto my stomach. My hands and legs were untied. I must have been sleeping deep. "Who gave you permissio...
Mid-morning the next day. Both men sat at their respective computers, working. Marshall lifted his ceramic coffee cup, brought it to his lips, only to discover the damn thing was empty. Setting it down, he pushed back in his chair, stretched his arms and flexed his fingers. They cracked with small popping sounds. Guess he'd been sitting there a spell without...
"Maybe one day I'll be somebody." "Who says you aren't already?" Luiz asked. I think about it. "I mean in the sense that I'll matter." "I'm pretty sure you matter." Typical Luiz. I resist the urge to punch his shoulder. Instead, I offer my shoulder as a pillow for his head. I like it when he rests his head on my shoulder. Luiz laughs quietly. "You're no...
The drive back to the Crockett seemed hella-long to Marshall. But he didn't dare fidget and reveal his impatience to Lee. And he definitely knew better than to touch himself, although the temptation to do so was great. He cast surreptitious glances at Lee, in the guise of taking in the scenery like any visitor to San Antonio. Instead, he secretly admired his...
Once I announced my arrival, he yelled, "Dude, get yourself a beer...almost done." I got there on time, but he was still in the shower. "I can do that...you need one?" "Sure thing." He was rinsing his hair when I brought him a beer. I reached in to swat his ass, "Beers on the sink...and nice fuckin' ass!" "It's all yours...you're getting some tonight!"...
They exited the dance floor and made the short trip to the back area in record time. There was a code of sorts that was used to determine the availability of the rooms. It was a simple system. Colored plastic cards were hung on the door knob—red, green, and purple. The one on top determined the occupancy of the room. Green meant no one was inside. Red meant...
The swat was repeated, and immediately after, Marshall felt the ice being pressed against the spot. The contrast between the warmth and the cold sent tingles shooting through him. Damn, it hurt so good. And he found the darkness wasn't quite as terrifying as he would have thought. He knew Lee was right there, and always would be. Nothing bad could happen to...
This is the conversation that took place over the phone via texting. Of course, names have been changed. * Cedric: Hey Matthew: Hey Cedric: What roles? Matthew: Father and son. You've just come in from baseball practice with your uniform still on. I'm upset because you have come home late. Cedric: How old am I? Matthew: Eighteen Cedric: I'm sorry dad...
It was late at night and I was traveling for several hours to meet up with an old friend. I had to take a piss so I exited to the nearest rest stop. I always had a fantasy of an encounter at a rest stop, but I wasn't a big risk taker, so I generally did not expect anything to happen. Time for a happy surprise. I stood alone at a urinal in what was a genuin...