Eric had just come in through the screened side door to the lanai after mowing the front yard. He'd removed his sweaty workclothes and now turned under the lanai shower in the nude. The shower water was tepid but relative to the late-morning summer heat it felt positively refreshing. So refreshing, in fact, it was giving Eric a hard-on. From a short distanc...
I had travelled down to King's Cross station alone to start my new course at the Slade school of Art. I was delighted to have been accepted and was keen to start the fine art work. My favourite aspect was figure or life drawing and sculpture and my teachers had praised my mastery of paint as I depicted both male and female forms with no clothes on. I was goo...
Happily Trudeau was not completely serious when he told me there would be more sex than work on my book in his home. He was fully professional in the art of creating first-class novels. What was true, though, was that my work was taken completely apart and put back together again. And, although he was blunt with his critiques and was a hard task master, Trud...
The campfire crackled around the party of adventurers. The group had settled down once more as the sunlight grew dim on the forest floor, not wanting to tread through the treacherous territory of the Wood Elves in the dark, even with their guide, Vilen, to see them through. They were happy to have his help, Vilen however, didn't share their attitude. Unfortu...
All participants are over 18. ***** I knocked at the door for a second time and Lorne finally opened the door. What I faced was not a pretty sight for anyone who knew Lorne from the old days. Lorne of old had always been a fit, vital, active man, always well-groomed, well-dressed and handsome, so it came as an extraordinary shock to see this spectre of th...
My pace matched the underground, ethno-brother beat set by the synthesized fusion music from the evening before. It was powerfully evocative even now, as it had been through the recent dark hours after first having experienced it. "Whyyyya'lookin'back, nig...I'ain'gon' kiss y'ass, ya' ge'me out ma'drawers...ya'think y'playin' fas, I migh'be fu-kin' youu,...
FYI. No sex in this chapter. ********** Hi there, I'm Peter Richardson, though to my friends I'm Pete. I'm in my early 40's now but at the time of this story I was 18. I was in high school. I wasn't the best student, in fact I needed tutoring for my English classes. Ironic really... of all the languages I took in school I was worst at the one I spoke best...
Trent Baker made sure no one was watching before he stepped out of the sunny fall afternoon and into the public restroom in the corner of Shady Grove Park. The cement structure, situated behind a concealing copse of elm trees out of the way of the more heavily trafficked areas of the park, was dimly lit compared to the perfect outside weather. It smelled fai...
Serving Rod -- Chapter 2. I must have sucked Rod off a dozen times over the next day and a half. We developed a little routine, the three of us -- Rod, his dick, and I. While he was sleeping, I’d work on the project. Whenever Rod would wake up, his cock would get hard. He was always horny. Always. The man has an endless sexual appetite that’s impossible t...
For over half my life I had done everything I could to avoid the gangs. I'd grown up dreading the sounds of their loud, cruel voices, the sight of their sleek, well fed faces. I'd learned to hide in places too disgusting to tempt them to follow, to stay away from anywhere clean and open. It hadn't been an easy life by any means but at least I was free. Now,...