"This dollar says you miss that putt," John said, waving a crinkled dollar bill as George stands over a 6-footer. George glared at John for breaking his concentration, then re-focused and drilled the putt into the back of the cup. "Pay up bitch!" George said with a grin, snatching the dollar from John as the walked toward the 15th tee. John thought all the...
Sunday September 12 1988 11:10 pm Rock You Like A Hurricane. He can't dig me. He can't. Not a gorgeous hunk like him with every girl in school crawling all over him. Not just the sluts. All the girls want him. Even some of the teachers check out his ass when he walks by. He doesn't want me. He's just teasing me, playing a game with me because he caught m...
There were just fifteen seconds left on the clock when Brent dashed down the court towards the net. It was up to him, he knew that nobody else had a chance of tying this up so they could go into overtime and win. The crowd knew it as well and the college gym was on their feet cheering loud enough to rattle the bleachers Considering he'd been playing for almo...
"Look, David, I've been enjoying what we're doing. But I think we should raise the stakes a little more," Riley said. "Yeah, that's what you said in your text." Riley was sweating through the thin fabric of his shorts, and probably visibly from his pits. He wondered if David could see. It had been so much easier to suggest over text what he had wanted tha...
My head was jammed between a powerful thigh and a the rhymically heaving muscles of a hard stomach. My lips were pressed to the dark, oily skin of his belly, any brief respite in his breathing was the only chance of gasping for breath myself. How was this ebony Adonis able trap me so? My own tanned body had been oiled a long time ago, sweat had added to to t...
This is a relatively short story about how i would always like to play Fifa with my friends. This boy is extremely lucky. I know the last scene is quite choking, but it is so hot to completely lose control like Mattie did. Gay sex is inside, so all haters stay away. Constructive criticism and positive comments are open-heartedly accepted. Ps: all char...
Glenn was an puny little cunt. He reminds me of a fuckin’ giraffe. He’s got this long fuckin’ neck and he’s always turning his head around, looking at everything like he’s scared of missing out on something. Only he knew that this time he wasn’t gonna miss out on nothing. He stuck with Fab as much as he could, hoping Fab would protect him, but I could see...
The afterparty was finally wearing down as people started to either head home or pass out on the couch, floor, or whatever else seemed comfortable enough for a good night's sleep. Most of the attendees would remember the night as one of dancing, good food, spending time with friends, things of that nature. Certain others, however, would remember it as a nigh...
"It's called the Dance of the Ravishers," Dr. Emory said to me as we watched nine male dancers swirling around two small bonfires. "I can certainly see why," I responded with a big grin. Dr. Emory gave me a sour look. I'd been warned about that look. In fact, my partner, Steve, had bet me I wouldn't last two months out here in the upper Nile area of Sudan w...
Content/trigger warning: This series contains bullying, homophobic language, and non-consensual sexual acts, but they are integral to the plot and character development so please take them in context. * DUSTY It's been a fucking long week. I've been working hard at the construction site every day, but even with my muscles sore and my body aching I still...