"Jake, you're on," I said into the invisible mike. Sending Jake, the young blond ex surfer who I was assured was 20 but who definitely looked underage, off into the reception area of a driver reliever centre - somewhere in Colorado. I sat back, keeping an eye on the equipment and occasionally turning to watch the visuals. The guys were all on the ball today...
My legs were wrapped around his hips; my eyes were watering, and locked on his. And the driver reviver Tarzan was between my thighs, swinging me back and forth as I hung suspended, wrapped in the lianas trailing down from the jungle canopy high above us. He was swinging me so that his humungous dick sunk into me to the hilt on each swing forward, then nearly...
Tom stirred the glowing, red embers of their campfire, sending sparks into the dark sky. Absorbed with the quiet evening, he reflected on the days happenings. Swimming nude in the clear lake, catching brook trout and feasting on them for dinner. Away from anything electronic. And best of all, bonding with Don. The fire was low and safe enough to leave. Tom...
I woke to the feel of sweat trickling run down my chest and my eyes flickered open to reveal the sun greeting a new day, it's warmth already noticeable. Had it all been a dream? I went to rise and found myself halted by invisible bonds. I couldn't move! Snapping to full consciousness, I looked down. Nothing. Just my moist body, sitting upright against a...
Moaning. It escaped from Boi's lips like a gentle breeze passing through the tree tops. Groaning. I couldn't tell if the sounds he emitted were of pleasure or despair. His eye's closed, lips parted only enough for the sounds to escape, Boi's facial muscles were contorted in a way difficult to read from my vantage point above, where I stood tied to a tr...
Chapter Nine - Nut, Nuts, Nutter "Your husband called a few times," Mark chimed in, holding the door for him, and seeing him to his desk like he was crippled. Carter threw his secretary a confused look. "You dropped your phone here, before heading to your meeting with Yolanda. I didn't answer. But it's all for the best that you didn't have your phone wi...
Don's eyes fluttered open to view the blue-green mural of their canvas tent. Pressed against the thin coverlet, his piss hardon ached for relief. He stretched, yawned loudly and picked up his boxers with splotches of dried semen. He'd slept with eerie dreams but the activity with Tom last night was no dream. Morning sunlight filtered down through a canopy o...
"We could dress as girls!?" He was actually smiling at me. Smiling at me across the dinner table in our packed out college cafeteria. He was actually pleased with his suggestion. What the hell was he thinking? "Hey I'm up for that if you two are!" John chirped in rather too enthusiastically for my liking. It was always the same, October would be rolling b...
You stayed late at the office with Anthony, a hot and muscular former marine. "OK, I think I got it all" you said, "Fuck, it's so late, so much for the Friday night fun." "Yeaaaah..." Anthony agreed in a weird voice the moment he heard the three last words. He then stood before you and ripped his shirt open. You stared awestruck looking as your ripped cowo...
Afternoon – four-nineteen pm, and it's tar-melting sultry-hot. Hitch-hiking down through France, the Loire valley, medieval hill-top towns, and beyond. My nineteenth summer, in distressed jeans, faded T-shirt and backpack, dark shoulder-length hair and shades, as much for cool as the bullying solar glare. After a chain of short-term and unsatisfactory thumb-...