Well, things here are the "Home" sure wasn't what I expected, but it sure has been fun! It has been a couple of days since I met up with Mike. Wondering what sort of thing will happen this upcoming weekend. It is the third Friday of the month, and that means it is "social hour" at the home or as the residents call it, "happy hour". Every third Friday of the...
Hi again. Part 2 of my fetish/fantasy story! I'm writing this having just submitted Chapter 1 to the editors, so I guess it is going to be written regardless of what people have said about the first one. I have had a re-read of part one and I think it is okay -- probably not your quick 'stroke' story, but a nice build up and background for the next Chapter....
There was a knock on the door, and I got up to let in my best friend Tony and his dad, Mr. Harris, with a six pack in hand. We had a poker night almost every week with our friend Dave but he cancelled last minute. We usually play at Tony's but I had invited everyone over because I just got my first solo apartment. I had a nice little set up and was finally l...
It was 1984, I was fresh out of bootcamp and stationed in Long Beach California. I had picked a school to go to, but as circumstances would have it, I got booted from the school and sent directly to the fleet. I was 18 at the time. Slim build, short brown hair and stood about 5”9. I also had an attitude. Not a bad attitude, but I was basically a street smart...
All characters in this fantasy story are eighteen or over. Bareback sex is part of this fantasy story. * Street Boy gets the nod and opens the passenger door. After a three day dry spell, he finally has another job. He plops his bubble-butt ass onto the supple and warm leather of his ride. The ride takes his prize to a motel on the outskirts of town. Ther...
I couldn't believe what I'd heard. "Two months?! Your brother will be here for two months?!" My girlfriend and I had just bought an apartment together in Manhattan and we finally had a place to ourselves. For years, we'd lived with roommates in the close confines of New York City. Now that we finally had a studio apartment to ourselves, Stacy had invited he...
Tank was already half way to Charlottesville on I-64 before he realized he was taking the long way to Tennessee—that going across state on 360 would have been better. But in the longer-than-necessary drive through Virginia, he also was beginning to learn that having a dog took effort. Bull started to whine along about the second turnoff into Charlottesville...
A couple of weeks had gone by and every day I expected to hear a knock at my door. After that scumbags last visit I had made up my mind that no more. Enough was enough. I wasn't some weak little bitch and this was going to stop. But that next knock never came. I had deposited the check from that low life, scum bag and it cleared the bank. The asshole didn't...
We are sitting in the living room, me on the couch you in the recliner. We are having a few drinks. After several drinks we decide to get out twister. We put the mat on the floor and start to play. We are quite drunk by this time and you make the suggestion we should play naked. We take our cloths off and play a few more turns, our body rubbing together. You...
Last sentence # 8...as I'm about to doze off... "I woke up a couple of hours later. Relaxed and satisfied. As I lay there I remembered back to several days earlier when Fred, rang my doorbell. He said we should come to a permanent decision about our future. He had made a decision and I had made a decision about us—couple of old guys getting it on. So I gues...