Luckily the car accident hadn't been worse. I'd banged up my knee a lot, broken several ribs and was a bit bruised elsewhere. Each morning, prior to heading off to work, my wife would make sure I was prepped for the week of bed rest recommended by my doctor. My water bottle was filled, pain medications positioned nearby, and reading materials and the TV remo...
I wake up naked on a bed in a darkened room, disoriented. Opening my eyes, I see men surrounding the bed, wearing suits and masks. "What the fuck is happening?" I think, terrified. The men's penises are jutting erect from their pants. "Holy shit" I think as I notice their size. Not a single one of the men is poorly endowed. Suddenly, the men move, grabbing...
Mark frowned while looking in the full length mirror. After growing a lot this past winter, none of his old clothes fit. His father, taking pity, had given him a pair of old jeans which Mark promptly cut into shorts. But, as his reflection in the mirror made startling clear, he'd cut the shorts, well, too short. His dick and balls dangled free of the denim....
I loved the texture of his pants on my face. I loved the feel of his mysterious snake through his clothes and its movement on my face. But what thrilled me the most was the smell. I could smell his balls. I knew from jerking off what sweaty balls smelled like. I kissed and kissed his balls and his mammoth lump. I was now off the chair on my knees on the deck...
Published in Stallions and Other Studs, Scott O'Hara (ed), 1995 Posted to Internet circa: Sat, 20 Dec 1997 [Usenet] Stored on The Nifty Archives * * * * * The band plays on the stage. The air is blue with smoke, hot, and reeks of Miller and Budweiser. The kids cluster round the stage. The typical crowd -- jeans-clad, long haired, leather-jacketed, tatt...
I'm shaking as I approach the gate, palms slicked with cold sweat, heart slamming, stomach twisting. I'm really doing this, about to go through the gate—finally, after walking past it every day on my way to and from work, hearing the repeated clank of massive weights that would crush my slender frame, the deep manly grunts echoing in a massive chest, wrenche...
Outside the tent: a heavy susurration of sound. Metallic groans replete with squeaks and clanks. The ground throbs. Inside the tent: a nylon floor covered with forest detritus. Ammo tins heavy with unspent rounds near the flap. A sleeping bag rolled up tight as a gymnast. Another sleeping bag, unrolled ... with a man named Ray in his boxers sprawled on top...
I awakened early next morning. I had a wonderful sleep. Such a soft comfy bed! I laid on my right shoulder, with Jake behind me, his arm wrapped around my waist. Gosh he was so heavy when asleep. I could feel his steady breathing. I could feel his dick and bush at my bum. It felt so soft and cute. I just relaxed and stroked his hand that was wrapped around m...
Justin walked into the locker room and stripped of. His muscular body was shiny with sweat after a gruelling workout. Stuffing his ripe gym kit in his gym bag, he then realised he was not alone. Trent Jeffries walked into the locker room naked. Like Justin, he had a beautiful muscular frame. Justin scoffed in contempt. Both boys were on the University foot...
David was really beginning to like the new house. He had gotten the interior pretty much finished, but the exterior was a complete mess. It had been neglected for quite awhile. Hedges were overgrown, the patio almost gone, and you couldn't tell where the flowerbeds were and where the lawn was. He had tried to tackle it himself but it was a huge job. He saw a...