*all references to characters, locations and events are fictional. Any similarities between this story and real life are purely coincidental* Today is finally the day and I'm so excited! Daddy is finally going to visit! He's coming all this way just to give me what I crave and I couldn't feel luckier. His instructions were simple: "dress slutty. Charge th...
The third time may not have been that personally glorious, but today's experience ensures at some point, I probably will give in to returning to the glory hole. If only because it has been so good three times, each offering a delightful first in turn, and the promise of a fourth is impossible to deny. Though I can't imagine too much new at this point. I had...
"C'mon man, I'm tired, I'm sweaty, and I smell, let me take a shower first." I say, feebly fighting off your wandering hands after seeing me come back inside from a jog in some red gym shorts and a sweat-soaked T-shirt. The fitted fabric clings to my still-heaving chest while my thighs tense and relax back to normal, make my butt jiggle ever-so slightly. You...
Summary: Gay stud's hobby is turning straight guys. Thanks: Goamz86 and Robert for editing. ***** Matt, whose anal cherry I had just taken, said, "I can't believe we just did that. I thought I was straight." "I knew you weren't," I replied, as I returned from the washroom. The irony was crazy as he was a really loud-mouthed, in your face linebacker o...
Another hotel bar, a business trip and here I sit. You sit next to me, we smile at each other you introduce yourself, our grips are steady, not too bone crushing neither of us trying to prove how manly we can be but a sense of knowing each other comes over me. I start to tell you about my job and what brought me to the hotel, you listen intently and then tel...
Saturday I slept most of the day recovering from my night with Bandit. My throat was raw from all the deep throating I had done. I got out of bed and grabbed a beer to cool my throat. It felt really good as the cold beer slid down my throat. I checked my stash and saw the ½ a kilo, the deering, and the spoon as well as my weed and rolling papers. I smiled....
My muscles ache and sweat dries against my forehead as I head into the locker room. I haven't worked out in years and the strain of my first time reminds me why I quit. I shake my head and grin at my own lack of self discipline. I grab my towel, strip down and head for the showers. Just as I'm about to turn the water on I hear a quiet hiss of breath, followe...
"Jesus Christ, you drive like my Grandma," Mikey shouted, his words barely audible over the pounding beat from the speakers. The big black car in front of him slowed, red taillights flashing. "You've got to be shitting me. It's a yellow, Man!" Mikey swerved to the left, pulling around the other car neatly, giving the driver a one-fingered salute on the way....
Why on God's green earth am I being transferred to a school for shifters. I'm just a typical human on a bit of the small side, I'm 5'5, skinny with faded muscles and I weight about 115 lbs. Pathetic right, I'll be some shifter's protein shake the moment they catch my scent. They said I'll only be there for 3 months, something about improving human/shifter...
(It is now Sunday night. After a short night of sleep for everyone and after Vinnie Napoleon's departure and after an unsuccessful hunting day Will, Jeff, and Mike have decided to call it quits on hunting for the day. The men have just arrived back at the cabin.) Part of our mutual agreement for this hunting trip was taking turns cooking dinner. We drew str...