Paul sat at the computer desk thinking over the past year. He was supposed to be finishing his accounting homework, but his mind kept wandering. He replayed the various scenes in his mind that had led to his complete and total abandonment to his deepest sexual fantasies. His complete submission to his father and stepbrother as their eager cocksucking fuck toy.
"We are going to have prelim exams next week. The scope of the exam will be chapters 1-5 of the prescribed book." The professor reminded as we cleared out of the room.
Paul's father leaned back on the bed with his muscular legs spread wide to allow Paul access to his thick cock and heavy balls. Paul lay prone with his tongue eagerly lapping his father's hairy nut sack. The taste of his father's thick cum lingered in his mouth.
That summer, my Uncle Fred got me a job working on the shipping docks of his company. Not the kind of job a sissy-boy would like, but Uncle Fred said it would make a man of me. Shit! I hated it.....that is, until I saw Ralph, the guy who ran the freight elevator.
These are the events that occur at Fort Holtwood from the perspective of Daniel Morris. The side effects of Daniel's near death experience may cause problems as new enemies begin to surface.
They considered the place a wilderness, the inhabitants wild, savage, but it was they who were the savages, the ones who grew wild, restless and to calm themselves, to lessen the anxiousness they felt, they created the ritual.
Mark and Pete - the cop and the Ranger - have great sex and ignite the rage of Randy who forces the Ranger to watch as he thrashes the cop. "The beautiful, macho young cop, shirtless in uniform pants and boots, slumped in humiliating defeat against the wild-eyed gypsy." Bob and Steve rage at Randy, but young Brandon springs to his defense. "You're wrong! Randy's a great guy - he's my hero!"
After the situation earlier with Justin, I didn't need much more convincing. I pulled the covers back and got into the bed. No sooner than I was lukewarm under the comforter, Mr. Williams was all over me. Biting, nibbling, licking me from head to toe
The ugly guy looked like he'd won Hell's Lottery or something, but from what I've learned about him since, I know he's done worse to other guys. He gets off on it, pure and simple. Finally, he started getting close -- he was leaning over me and his face changed.
"Wait just a moment, please. We have something for you." Rajenique stepped of the lift and walked over to where Pyritt gestured. The lycin in the darkness stepped forward, and Rajenique was surprised to see that he recognized him: it was Kaziji. There was a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, and then Pyritt spoke once more.
Randy is merciless to thugs who attack Brandon. "The savage gypsy who had inflicted such brutal punishment now had tears of affection watching Brandon wheel himself away. 'That's one gutsy kid," he said, 'we gotta take care of him." Three gym jocks, Jason, Hassan and Adam compete. "It was pornographic - the muscle-god fireman submits, double-teamed by an athletic Aussie and a tough Marine."
Randy and Bob have raunchy morning sex. Later Mario's relationship with Brandon reaches a make-or-break climax. "Brandon laughed at Mario's horseplay but was dazzled too by the fantasy of the naked cowboy riding his cock. A cowboy hat perched on his tousled black hair, Mario raised his arm triumphantly and whooped like a cowpoke riding a bucking bronco, his ass impaled on Brandon's cock."
"Eight inches long and about six inches around according to mom's cloth seamstress measuring tape cuz."
"I ain't never seen a dick that big before," Bobby said.
The night I first hooked up with a posh lad called David Hetherington who let me worship his cock before pushing my face lower down and between his legs.
As Caleb continues to fuck me pushing the second, third and fourth spurts out of my cock. He shifts his position and moves up deeper in me as the fifth and sixth ones spurt. I feel his body tense and his breathing shallows.
He passed a reflective surface and paused to look. He had pale skin, which was almost, but not quite translucent, and flaxen, shoulder length hair that had a slight wave to it. Strangest of all were his eyes, which were slitted like a cat's and bronze, and his ears, not quite pointed enough to be elven, but not quite round enough to be human.
Caleb appeared to be the perfect young man, always dressed neatly, his hair cut conservatively and always perfectly combed and he attended church with his parents, even singing in the choir. And it was all a mask.