All characters are fictional, except me, everyone in the story is over 21. My stories will involve, male/male sex, cross-dressing, and bad language, so if this offends you please don't bother reading. * It's been a week since that nameless Mexican fucker used and abused my asshole. What? He's not going to hit me up? Am I not good enough for him?! These th...
Author's note: The following is my first attempt at a semi-romance story. This is also the written from the opposite point of view. All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older. This is part of a longer narrative. Please leave feedback on this to let me know if I should finish it! ***** I had met Kali my senior year of high school. She had jus...
I cooked this up as fast as possible so feel free to tear my ass up in the comments :P ***** Okay, so maybe I was a guy in a past life. That's what people tell me because my tugging is so good. I know you're thinking I'm full of shit right now but I could put 20 dollars down that I can jack a guy off better than you. Hell if you're a guy I could jack you o...
The Tragic and Sorry Saga of Fuckstick Jones a lighthearted erotic story Jedidiah (AKA Fuckstick) Jones was born on May 15th, 1985, in the tiny hamlet of Busted Nut, West Virginia. His parents were Sara and Mayfield Jones, farmers. Being farmers, and with seven other children to feed, the Jones family didn't have two nickels to rub together much less spend...
Margaret Sanderson, Vice President and director of marketing for PLEEZE ME Products had been reprimanded for her apparent deficiency in developing innovative new merchandize. The CEO, Stephen Miller, indicated he would give the young, ambitious and beautiful MBA one last chance. “Either do it, Margaret, or I will have no choice but to ask for your resigna...
The first thing I heard when I come close to the hot springs was the sound of a girl laughing. Now, I was formerly known to be somewhat bashful around womenfolks, but that was back when I was a boy. Now, fresh off my grand tour of the mountains, I was a man. I climbed off my old mule and tied him to a tree and eased up over the rocks around back of the po...
"Hey Shay, I need a date to the Opry for a Christmas concert, you in?" the text from Lucy Hale read. "I don't know, country really isn't my thing," Shay Mitchell responded. "I couldn't tell you one song other than yours." "Oh come one, be a supportive friend!" Lucy texted back. "Fine, but you owe me one," Shay sent. On the second Sunday of December, Shay...
Not too long ago my wife had the idea of traveling to a resort town in the midwest. It is the type of town that offers antique shopping, hillbilly shows, country music and shops that sell small homemade crafts. Not exactly my type of long weekend trip. I had no interest in this trip whatsoever. However, she convinced me we could make it exciting for both of...
Weddings are strange events as they bring together groups of people who have little or nothing in common with each other to celebrate the joining together of a couple that even some of the guests may barely know. I have been to the weddings of cousins who I last met before puberty, where it has been so long since we last met that we didn’t recognise each ot...
I dozed fitfully on the 20-hour overnight bus ride home from Vermont to D.C., disturbed by scary dreams I couldn't remember when a bump would jerk me awake, and tears of regret about how I'd let Danny down. Mom picked me up from the bus depot, fed me warm soup and put me to bed, where I stayed pretty well round the clock. She was always my best friend. Pier...