What I liked most about Aaron was the fact that he had no idea how hot he was. At age 19 he was at his physical peak: six foot one, buzz-cut brown hair, solid muscles, and a self-conscious smile surrounded by dense, dark stubble. Even at noon the five o'clock shadow of his beard was noticeable above his lips, on his nicely clefted chin, and down his rugby pl...
A hot, sunny afternoon in early August, the temperature reaching into the upper nineties, warming the skin of two young men laying poolside soaking in the sun’s rays, beads of sweat rolling down their bodies mixing with the oil rubbed into their skin protecting them from harmful rays, margaritas sitting on the table between them, and the sound of classic roc...
*Hello and welcome! This chapter includes gay BDSM, strong Master/slave dynamics, emotional turmoil, and an actual plot, so if any of those turn you off, scram. All characters are 18+ I accidentally forgot to use the 'Sexual intensity scale' last chapter, but this chapter is a 7. Thank you, and please enjoy!* When I woke up, the first thing that reg...
Please if you take time to read this, be kind enough to vote and leave feedback! All Characters depicted are 18 or older. It was late at the university Gym, and most everyone had gone home already. Johnson Maks was just finishing up his set on the free weights downstairs. He had been determined to become a fitter leaner person but only being two weeks in...
I am a forty-eight year old bisexual man, six foot tall, one hundred eighty pounds with short hair and a medium long beard. I am married and love my wife, but I also love to play with men when I have the chance. I had a full day business meeting in a hotel in the center of the city where I live. To avoid traffic and the high cost of parking, I decided to ta...
Days had passed since I fell into a drunken state of love with Jake. I slowly began to sober up. Gosh, I can't believe I was so reckless and childlike in the way we fell in love. I was hooked on this beastly man within less than a week, madly in love and in a state of lustful debauchery for days. He's been inside me over a dozen times before I even asked his...
Nick Evans loved Mondays. It was the one day he could skip class-the excuse of volunteer work had gotten him off school more times than he could count. And seeing as Monday was the beginning of the working week, Nick knew that Francis McCarthy would be out on his farm, working hard, without a shirt on. The McCarthy Farm consisted of a barn, a house, a stabl...
I've reached the end of Fitz's letters to Oscar (nobody panic, I've got a bunch more from other correspondents, if you guys still care; looks like Oz liked his mates to send him action reports), and this is from the last one. Litton's Oscar's cousin, and it doesn't look like they'd done it before - probably because Fitz saw Litton as competition. Litton and...
*Hey everyone! I want to apologize because this chapter is gonna be pretty short, even by my standards. I just wanted to post it because I'm busy and I haven't posted for NW in a while. I just started college, plus I'm trying to finish Boy from the Sea and work on Tenderness. I even have another Bottom Tier chapter I'm working on. I'm so busy! and I never s...
It's summer on the London Underground, and it feels like there is no air left in the train cabin. There is also no space. Part of that is my fault. I am visibly taking up two seats. But I'm not rude, I'm just physically huge. Each of my thighs, barely held in by 4XL denim shorts, takes up an entire seat. The sweaty meat of each quadricep, spreading as thig...