Hey everyone! This is my first attempt at Part 1 of a potentially ROMANTIC story, so if you're looking to get your rocks off quickly, this is not the story for you. For those of you who are interested in reading, I truly hope you enjoy it! H.D. --------------------------------- "I can do this...I know I can." Adam repeated this mantra continuously, hopi...
Author's notes: Thanks to all those who have taken the time to send me feedback, both anonymous and public. I love hearing what people think of my work, good or bad. It's so much better than looking at the voting tally and trying to figure out what I did wrong... I have re-written this piece several times over, trying to get the right mix of dark and light...
WARNING! ( Please Read Carefully ) The following short story is not for the feint hearted. It is intended for adults only with an interest in gay sex and rugby league and it contains plenty of visceral and extremely graphic male on male group sex. The rugby league match at the heart of the story gets pretty rough. The sex that follows it is even rougher. T...
:: Robby :: He was going to die. He was going to die and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do to save him. I glared across the moonlight-mottled expanse of warehouse space, desperately fighting the trembles of fear that were coursing through my body and causing my .38 to waver from its shadowed target. Nothing in all the years of my police officer training...
I have always like dressing in woman's clothes since being a child. I often would dress up when my parents would leave the house and I would parade around like a woman would. Now that I'm 33 years old and married, I have to wait until my wife leaves to dress up as she wouldn't understand. I often like to dress with the clothing that I like fucking my woman...
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...
I met him on a blustery evening under the Cartier Bridge. The bicycle paths that ran along each side of the river were closed for the season. A layer of ice had already formed indistinct patterns on the surface of the water. But the trails were clear with barely any snow on the ground, and it was easy enough to duck underneath the leaden chain that stretched...
My first week is finally done and over with here at Keene State. It sure has been a completely different experience than it was during my freshman year at the University of Rhode Island. I would not say that it was more difficult, just different. Walking across the campus to get to the parking lot by the Keene Community Ice Arena is an adventure in itself....
True Story... Another Friday night on the road, only 400 miles to go to deliver my load Monday morning. Nothing to do but cruise the radio. Plenty of time to look for some good, hot man sex. Sitting in my Volvo/White at the 76 In Texarkana. Freshly showered, powdered, and perfumed. 5'9"-185 lbs of Daddy Bear Trucker. I had jerked myself off in the shower bu...
Lecky's was really busy on a Tuesday night. The local Jaycee organization held a meeting on Tuesday nights and there was always a crowd. I worked my ass off. Naturally, the cook's wife had their baby on Tuesday afternoon and one of the waitresses called in sick. I had to work as pizza chef and occasional waiter and cashier. The only positive thing about it w...