This follows on from another story called 'The Cycle Ride'. I hope you enjoy it. ************************* After the charity cycle ride to Pitlochry and back, the memory of my sexual encounter with Graham was not far from my mind. He had awakened long-buried thoughts and desires. I got really turned on thinking about him and what we did that night. I had h...
Standing there with one foot in the leg of my cutoff jeans, staring at Marne up on the staircase, I was both frightened and befuddled. Scrambling to get the shorts pulled on, I ended up with both feet in one leg and stumbled backward onto the pull-out couch. I grabbed for a sheet to cover myself and heard Marne chuckle. "Hello, slacker," she said. "How's...
My name's Rick. My wife is Morgan. I'm 33 and she's 35. I'm 5'10", short light brown hair, 165 pounds and am reasonably smooth. Not muscular. Not skinny. Kind of just right if you know what I mean. Morgan is tall and slender. 5'9" and maybe 145 pounds. She's got medium length dishwater blonde hair, gorgeous green eyes, 34b breasts and has a short waistline a...
I know you're expecting to read something about my wife Morgan and myself and you will. I promise! But there's some background about me that you need to have before you can fully appreciate me and her. Trust me- - -you'll like it all and bi the time it's all finished you'll have cum buckets! Jack was in junior college when I started sucking his cock. So I o...
Legal Notice: The following story contains descriptions of graphic sexual acts. The story is a work of fiction but has some basis in reality. © The author retains copyright to this story. Placing this story on a website or reproducing this story for distribution without the author's permission is a violation of that copyright. Chapter 1. The ship rolled...
He always threatened me with being exposed to my coworkers, to the world as the sissy I am to him. Usually it was part of what I thought was his dirty talk, sex talk. He'd tease me with it. He'd be deep inside of me, slow fucking me, talking dirty into my ear. Or he'd have me restrained and be masturbating me as part of 'my reward', as he called it, and woul...
Outside the tent: a heavy susurration of sound. Metallic groans replete with squeaks and clanks. The ground throbs. Inside the tent: a nylon floor covered with forest detritus. Ammo tins heavy with unspent rounds near the flap. A sleeping bag rolled up tight as a gymnast. Another sleeping bag, unrolled ... with a man named Ray in his boxers sprawled on top...
This chapter contains graphic sex scenes and adult language between two consenting adult males. If that is not your thing you may want to try a different story. If you like what you read, that is because I had amazing help in the form of a very talented editor, Bert_Fegg (from a different site). He took many, many hours of his free time to find all (or most...
I couldn't believe there was such a staggering horde of alcohol in Talis' basement. I couldn't tell how old the booze was, but the stuff had to be at least from the 1920's. So he and I took a few upstairs and laid around in his bedroom, getting plastered on the stuff. His new house was huge, I dare to even say cavernous. He was loaded, so I guess he could ge...
The rain on the window distorts the trucks moving across the dark concrete. It shifts their colours into melted patterns that jump and run and fragment the outlines of distant figures. Burly men in heavy coats move about the haze. Dark, heavy coats pulled tight against the weather. Red faces closed against the cold. Germany is a dark, wet wasteland of dies...