WARNING: This adventure takes place in the late 60's and before HIV epidemic. Do not fuck without a condom. ***** It was a cool autumn day. I soaked in an old fashioned tub for a long time. The bathroom was still steamy when I stepped out of the hot soapy water. I wiped the fog from the mirror with a towel in order to shave. Staring back at me I could see...
You are lying on your bed, scrolling through your phone, bored out of your mind. You're trying to decide what to do with your time when a letter flies through your window. You're left bewildered, considering the lack of wind, and pick up the mysterious note. ~•~ Hello, lucky holder! You have been gifted with a wish! But not just any wish. No, this is a wish…...
Revised version copyright 2014 by the author. * The cab of the big rig is huge and cool. I smell leather, diesel fuel, and cigarette smoke. The place hums with the vibration of the idling engine. I turn to the trucker sitting in the driver's seat, his eyes frank with lust. One rough hand rests on his denim-clad thigh, the thumb moving back and forth over...
The PFC's knees slammed hard into the flimsy divider, his hands gripping the top of the stall wall in an effort to remain standing. I was on the other side of the stall, seated on the toilet with the PFC's black cock filling my mouth with his cum. He was the second soldier in the last half hour to feed his cock to me through this glory hole. As soon as my mo...
After Paul and Matt wandered off, I went into my tent to read for a bit. Part of me wanted to run to Paul and Matt's site, but another part of me was still nervous and unsure about everything that had happened. Plus, my asshole was still a bit sore, as was my dick. I planned on waiting until the evening cooled more, then go over to their site. I don't know...
Editor's note: this story contains erotic incest scenes between two adult men. * Whenever mom and dad decided to head up the mountains to gamble in Reno, they usually left my sister with the neighbors and their daughters, and drove me up to my Uncle Jerry's place to stay. It was about 20 miles up the hill from home and on their way, so it was convenient, b...
I wish to preface this chapter by letting you know in advance that it was originally part of Chapter 16. Due to the excessive length of that chapter, it has been broken down in a more ingest-able size. Chapter 17 is now a set up for the following chapters to come. It may seem a bit off the beaten path for the saga of The Vacation House but I do hope you will...
K. Nitsua. Revised version copyright 2006 by the author. The persistent beeping of an alarm threads its way into my consciousness. Slowly, reluctantly, I open my eyes to an unfamiliar light and unfamiliar surroundings. Where am I? In a moment my brain orients itself. The small travel clock on the dresser, which I only use here, reads six-thirty a.m. Despit...
Brad Gavin stopped in the doorway and looked over at the chubby kid standing at the long trough urinal, poised in exactly the same place he had been when Brad first walked into the park's bathroom ten minutes earlier. Brad had walked right out after seeing who the plump redhead was, but not before figuring out what the young guy was doing, staring rather ob...
Dinner was late that year. On the table. Cold. I waited. Waited. Waited. Tic-tock-tic-tock said the clock. Then chimed. And chimed. And chimed again. Pete the canary sang along. I waited. He wasn't coming. Stupid! I should have expected this. I got out my laptop and wrote to pass the time. Give him a chance, I thought. Maybe he can explain. I opened...