Sweat poured over my thin blond brows, stinging my eyes. I strained, veins bulging along my arms and throat. My breath huffed, hot. I thrust with my legs and felt the burn of my tired buttox round and release. I cried out like a gull, "ah!" The chunk of granite I had dragged across the yard arced over the briar hedge. There was a loud crack as it pounded int...
The sweaty crowds heaving through the tube station pressed their two very different bodies together. When this happened, Mark was harshly reminded of the reality of the situation. This reminder came in the shape of barely-constrained, python-sized cock that pressed painfully into his upper back. The gaze of anyone looking would only take in the muscle-bound...
One day, Mr Adams told me about his favorite place, a secret lake, a place he had never taken anyone, but that he was hoping to take me. But the lake was father than we had ever hiked, almost two hours away and wanted to make sure I was up for it. The thought of going to a secret lake that Mr. Adams had never taken anyone was almost too much and of course I...
Damian walked out into the sunlight and immediately felt the humidity in the air. The contrast from air conditioning to summer afternoon was like a rolling oven blast. Damian had thrown on a cotton Hawaiian shirt, and a pair of jean shorts, frayed at the cut offs. On his plump feet, he wore a pair of sandals. Today Damian was going commando. As the heat boun...
If there's one thing I loved about Cain, it was the way his sweat pooled at the small of his back. We'd exchanged a few words in bio class freshman year and I always found him kind of arrogant, but nothing could change the excitement I felt watching him drenched in sweat at the gym. He looked like the classic straight man I tried not to let myself be attract...
Author's note: This story involves drinking and recreational drug use. *** The only thing louder than the bass reverberating in my chest was the pounding of my head. I was drenched in sweat. The stupid-looking mesh shirt I wore shined with my own perspiration and with the alcohol spilled down my chest. In the sea of other sweaty college students, I could b...
I once fantasized about sucking off a cross-country team. That morphed into this story set in a dystopian future. Thanks, as always, to LarryInSeattle. =========== The problem with choosing the full marathon is the wait, Chd thought to himself. Worse, if you want a good spot along the bar, you had to get there early. He was ready and waiting a good twe...
It had been a long flight. The change over in Dubai had been tiring, just killing time to when the next flight took off. Then the joys of immigration, queuing with 100s of other tired and miserable people, just waiting to get through the desks, pick up luggage and get to the hotel. And here he was, safely checked into his Bangkok hotel, 2am and yet, due to t...
The sole of Will's gleaming patent dress shoes crunched on some discarded condom wrappers in the parking lot. The elegantly dressed young pre-law student checked the message he got from that daddy last night. This had to be it, right? The best and oldest cruising stop in the area? A run-down truck stop with a busted sign, dingy yellow lights, with one or two...
It all started when I was eighteen during my senior in high school. My name is Dan and at that time I was 5' 10 and fairly skinny I was only 160 pounds. I was not very athletic so gym was not my favorite class. I was especially uncomfortable showering after. Many of the jocks would strut through the locker room completely in the nude. The worst and most bois...