Eric was sprawled out on the couch, watching some mindless show on TV and debating in his mind whether or not it was time for his first beer of the weekend. It was a cold and rainy Friday afternoon in the middle of November and Eric was wearing sweatpants, thick white socks and black woolen turtleneck sweater. Shellie, his girlfriend, had left a little over...
I'm not sure if even the National Weather Service was prepared for how much snow would fall that week in February. Their numbers were way off and the Montana valley where The Fox Chase Inn was nestled was crippled by at least four feet of snow. It was the worst winter in ten years, or so the locals said. Not that I cared. I wasn't going anywhere. More bad...
A few weeks later, it snowed. It was only a few inches, but enough to break out the shovels. I ran out to the car one afternoon to grab a few things, and noticed Will shoveling his driveway. "Hey pal, need a hand?" I asked. "Oh man, yeah, could you? It is freezing out here," Will replied. I ran inside and threw on a thick jacket, hat, and gloves. Pickin...
I was visiting the Old Town in Havana, Cuba, staying in a very nice hotel, when a hot jock with a 9" uncut down-curved cock pinged me on Scruff, saying, "Quiero que chupes mi gran polla cubana y te tragues mi enorme carga" ("I want you to swallow my big Cuban cock and my huge load"). He didn't speak English, so I had to use Google translate to chat with him....
The alarm clock on the nightstand blinked, 4:15am. It was a warm night, the blankets had been kicked away into a tangled mess sometime earlier and the young man that lay on the bed wore only a threadbare pair of sweatpants. Taylor was on his side, asleep and facing the wall with a peaceful expression. He was exhausted, college and his job barely left him any...
"Ooh, yeah, fuck me, baby!" Dawson screamed, as his husband was fucking his hole. But for Christian, it was just another rote fuck with his husband. He loved that Dawson was a verbal bottom who loved getting his hole plowed, but Christian wanted to top sometimes too, and Dawson didn't like foreplay either. He wanted to get right into the fucking. Still, Chri...
Disclaimer: fiction I stepped out of the shower, wrapped myself up in two fresh clean-smelling oversize motel towels and sat on the end of the bed contemplating what had just happened. It hasn't even been an hour since I've arrived in this city and started my vacation, and already I had been bred by a well-hung complete stranger who I met up with, after onl...
Eric woke before dawn the next day with a raging hard-on. He smiled to himself as he remembered the events of the night before when his roommate, Stephen, had cuffed and gagged him and then stimulated him to the point where he quite willingly had performed his first blow job. He got out of bed and walked into their small kitchen and started the coffeemaker....
It was another rainy Friday night, perfect to end the summer with I thought as I rode back to my apartment in the Uber. I was completely exhausted and kept nodding off in the backseat. My whole body was tender after a week at the beach with my girlfriend. Nothing but sun, booze, and boozy sex all week. I was looking forward to getting home and relaxing in fr...
It had been a grey, dreary Saturday. Snow had been falling almost as fast as the temperatures. The entire city was shut down. It was quiet except for the occasional scraping of a snowplow's blade along the street. It was the first Saturday I had off in a long while. In fact I had the entire weekend off and had no idea what I was going to do with myself. W...