He was in the shower for almost a half hour, I made breakfast, he came out clean shaven, and smelling oh so good. Even his clothes looked better. "You're a new man now you look great." I told him checking him out. "Thanks been a while since my last real shower." He admitted. "Are you living in your truck by any chance?" I asked knowing the answer. "Ye...
They had chatted for months, and at this point they were desperate. It was easy these days, communicating through webcam, flirting although they shouldn't be, but it wasn't the same as physical touch. Looking into each other's eyes without technology between them, feeling the heat of their fingertips, feeling the hot breath of him whispering the naughty thin...
I have a private space I can go to indulge myself and my fantasies -- it's my RV. Parked in the country, I leave it there on land I own. Since I've put in a power line, water and septic, I can live there any time. And if I'm not living there, I can stay there and soak up the quiet and privacy. And indulge. It's also where I can indulge in some of my fantasie...
Sorry folks for the delay. My computer crashed from a virus and I've just resurrected this chapter from Word--phew! I am submitting it now rather than work on it more since I'm not sure I can save it to my currently inaccessible hard drive. More to follow! -------------------------------------------------- I woke up with a start. I could have sworn James...
It was the summer after we turned 18 and more than the weather got hot. Brad, Greg and I were friends and neighbors. Three horny young men and no prospects for a girlfriend in sight. We were young and our hormones were raging, so we took matters into our own hands. I remember one day we were lined up jerking on our cocks in a contest to see who could shoot...
Ethan sighed as he dropped the milk into the fridge. It groaned and creaked as he closed the door. The apartment he had gotten when Chris had dumped him was only a step above a landfill. Everything was brown, except for the splattered of puke green paint that was strewn across the single bedroom single bathroom apartment. The previous tenant was lovely enoug...
San Francisco, California 2010 Happy Birthday to me! Joshua Barrett sang the celebratory tune to himself as put the finishing touches on the chocolate cake that he baked for himself. Today he turned seventy and he wanted to celebrate the evening by inviting a few friends and neighbors that lived in his complex for a birthday dinner. He dusted. He vacuumed...
This true story is dedicated to my wife, "To all those blow jobs she never gave me, I experienced them outside of our marriage." * There have been events in my life that stand out and no matter how long ago, I can remember them with exact clarity. Every detail, moment by moment and word for word as in this account. This event occurred many years ago, befor...
I sunk down lower into the bath, letting the warm water swirl over my face. I sat back up, wiping the water away from my face with my hands. I let out a contented sigh and leant back against the end of the bath, my eyes closed. Seconds later they were open again, watching as he came back into the bathroom, two bottles of beer in his hand. I looked at him, a...
"God, he was big. Christ, he was huge. Fuck, he was punishing me." The mantra kept running through my mind. And I wasn't just talking about Jomata Nyoni's height, breadth, and belly. I'd been told that he was called the Man Splitter in Uganda when he was working his evil as one of Idi Amin's enforcers, but that was about his work with an ax. Nobody had told...