I decided to put this chapter in Quinn's perspective so please let me know whether you like it better this way or the other. Feedback is greatly appreciated, so if you have some constructive criticism, or any suggestions you would like considered for where the story should go, please leave a comment! (This chapter begins where the second chapter left off)...
This is the final chapter of a story I started several months ago. Reading the earlier chapters will help, but I hope you enjoy this piece regardless. Many thanks to pebo, a wonderful editor and friend, for her help. *** "Rise and shine, baby." "Mmngh." "Sorry, that excuse doesn't cut it." Click. The lights came on. Wyl Leyton moaned an unintelligible cu...
Man, was I hungry. I scarfed down half a dozen eggs, eight pieces of bacon, a stack of pancakes and three cups of coffee. Thing is, I still feel hungry...for something. I keep eyeing the raw steak in the fridge. Tyler says he bought it for me - for my training. But it will have to wait a few more sessions until I am...ready. I've been thinking about my situa...
For as long as I can remember I had been friends with Bill We had grown up as good friends enjoying everything from Little League baseball to some of the first times that all friends share From the first cigarettes (stolen from his father`s glove compartment) to the first time drunk (his older brother gave us four beers he had left from a Friday night da...
It was Friday. I actually got home from work early and started stripping as soon as I hit the front door. Mike wasn't in, probably doing more laps at the field. Mike and I are roommates, sharing this inexpensive two-bedroom house in this college town. He goes to school and I go to work. We cut the expenses down the middle and manage not to get in each other'...
Marcel. Jeffrey. David. Ezra. I stare up at the ceiling of our bedroom deep in thought. Tyler is standing, naked, near the doorway. I smile at him, and if I could whistle, I would. Never got the hang of whistling. Best I can do is to suck wind backward into my mouth and make a quasi-whistling noise. It has something to do with the shape of my teeth. Anyway,...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Chapter 7 After our marathon fuck, we lay down in George's bed to rest and eventually all fall asleep. An hour or so later we all wake up and realise it is getting dark. Dan and George both decide they wanna go clubbing but I am a little sore. "Try some poppers," says George, ha...
After Scott's intense three way with Tom and Ben, he walked around with a constant erection which could barely be contained by his khakis and boxers. Memorial Day weekend had been particularly rough for him, as his wife was out of town visiting her relatives and wouldn't be back until Wednesday. When he reported to school on Tuesday morning, Scott was more t...
In hindsight, if something sounds too good to be true -- it probably is. I learned that lesson the hard way. I was 22 years old, working a dead-end job, my love life was non-existent, couldn't afford to go to college like the rest of my friends, and because I wasn't making enough money, I had to move back in with my parents. I was desperate to make a change...
I woke up late on Saturday morning and luxuriated in the knowledge I had no work for university or the book store for 2 whole days. As I was coming to, I felt a slight soreness in my ass and that reminded me I had to watch and study gay porn. Perhaps it wasn't going to be such a great weekend after all. I started to replay the events of last night and remem...