Tom walked down the passenger terminal with hurried steps. He knew he would be arriving slightly late to the departure gate and hoped that he would catch his transfer flight on time. His last flight from Paris had landed to Chicago late by more than 45 minutes and it had recessed his change time to only 30 minutes. It could be an impossible task, but he hope...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~A Mole Goes Down~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Prince Mohammed Abdullah Farouk Hussein Ali was the eldest son and direct decent of the Mohammed Ali Pasha Dynasty that ruled over Egypt from 1808 until 1848. Throughout the generations Abdullah's family retained its monarchal titles, and at his birth his father held him high in the air and prayed to Allah that thi...
"First the tide rushes in, plants a kiss on the shore . . ." Matt often started a set with something quiet and slow, like "Ebb Tide," when there was a convention or two in the hotel, like there was today—electricians and bankers. What a combination. Something quiet tended to settle and quiet them down to the point that he could stand it. It wasn't a questi...
David bought his three dollars in coupons and went into the back of the bookstore where the video booths were located. He checked a few of the booths. The booths were larger than most, and the sign said no more than six people per booth, which was strange, since usually these places did not officially allow more than one person per booth. Most places looked...
The young man sat at the sidewalk café in Fairfax City near George Mason University in the Virginia suburbs of Washington, D.C., sipping coffee and shyly looking around him. Several tables away from him and behind him sat a somewhat older man, perhaps in his forties, but very good looking in a dark, foxy sort of way. This man also was drinking coffee and loo...
A round of applause went through the room accompanied by some cheering. It seemed I had done well as Masters' pig. As I squatted, completely spent, with my ass pussy completely filled by the huge barrel, filled with nearly 2lbs of rubber, not just stretching my actual pussy but also my insides. My lips still covered in cum and piss, I was still involuntaril...
PATRICK – THE GREAT DISCIPLINARIAN A Homoerotic Story by Jason Land CHAPTER 1 When we last left Patrick Ingram-Lewis, it was just before the Christmas holidays in 1901 and he and his closest friend, Roderick Pennington, were to spend the holidays together at Ingram House in Northumberland. Roderick's parents had gone off on a safari to Africa and he wou...
Ever since he had moved to the new college town to teach, David had had a hard time meeting guys. The move was about 100 miles from his old college, but it might as well have been a thousand. He had started to miss Charlie and all the other young guys who surrounded him at his old college. He was an attractive guy. He worked hard to keep his body in good s...
I wrote this story after receiving multiple requests from readers who read Part 1. In keeping with the theme of the first story, some controversial bits have been included here. If you cannot handle such topics, this story may not be suitable for you. ***** Ronnie Really Gets His! It was not a pleasant day on campus. The day before, little protests had be...
My eyes went to the water of the harbor just below and to the right of where I was sitting on a sultry, glorious evening in the Mediterranean. There, between the bows of two bobbing small yachts, I saw them in the water and smiled to myself—two spent condoms, floating there, like gelatinous jelly fish, on the surface of the slightly oil-slicked water. Had I...