Rice stood up from his chair and went into the bathroom; he had to wipe all of the sticky cum from his naked tanned thigh. The excess on his hand he licked clean, he loved the way he tasted. Rice smiled in the mirror, his dirty tangled blonde hair made him look like a surfer boy. Grinning, he stared deep into his blue-grey eyes and admired himself, 5’ 6”, sh...
Morning came crashing in swiftly. The persistent cry of the alarm clock was a dutiful reminder that a new day was abound. It was awful to wake up to another cold, winter morning. Quite frankly, it was akin to being stuck in the grey doldrums: always depressed and yearning to escape. It was light outside simply because that's how the science of light worked....
Randy pulled the blankets and sheet over his head, wrapping his pillow tight around his face and ears, as he tried to escape the ghastly sounds and stench of his roommate's latest alcoholic binge. Randy's roommate was making him reconsider his decision to come to Oklahoma. He'd picked the school due in part to the fact that he'd been awarded several small sc...
Author's Note: The events of this story are fictitious and are not based on any specific real people. I've tried to do something a little different for once and build up the characters and story more than usual. So this chapter is a bit of a slow burn to start. ***** My name is Noah. I've lived in Virginia my whole life. Not that my whole life is that long...
I had left the party, and my last encounter with Pete, feeling hornier and more curious than ever about my unlikely partner. I found him alluring but distant - he was always with or talking about girls and yet I'd had two intimate moments with him. I knew he was open to me teasing and playing with him...he'd started the first encounter. And, yet, nothing had...
During the three years I spent at University some of my most enjoyable time was spent playing for the College rugby football team. Rugby is a tough, physical contact sport requiring courage, fitness and specific talents. It's no wonder that after a game there's a good deal of horseplay in the changing-rooms and a lot of badinage and boasting about sexual con...
This story is dedicated to the memory of Samuel Richardson (1689-1761), in appreciation of his book Pamela, or Virtue Rewarded, the first novel about a girl who fights to get what she wants. [The sex in this story starts rather late, so be patient and enjoy the preliminaries first. The fun will eventually come.] ***** Chapter One Introductions My name i...
Game of Love Ch. 01 Comments, critiques and tips are welcome! *** Love.... Love is a game that both can play and win. But we always have to remember that games are deadly serious and you do not play them to enjoy. There's a saying, 'Not knowing what you want is one thing but not knowing what you want and getting a person's feelings involved is another thi...
Greetings to all my voyeuristic readers. My name is Trisha and like you, I have a special appreciation for the well formed male. Most of you, I am sure, also appreciate males who are physically excited by other males. I have come to share that appreciation even though I am female. Let me tell you how I and my bisexual husband arrange encounters with usua...
I had been down and just marking time ever since I'd left Beirut three years earlier. I hadn't really been able to write that whole time either; I was just floating on the royalties from my earlier novels, written in the passion of my youth—passion that I just couldn't find in me anymore. Perhaps it was having hit that deadly age of fifty; perhaps passion na...