A murder spree plagues the town of Pasadena, MD. One killer with a sick and twisted motive. As the body count rises, only one weakness was known about the now infamous "Ghostface Killer". Cameron Banks, a newly graduated senior who was ready for the last summer with his hometown friends.
What happens when the killer takes an unusual interest in Cameron and his friends?
Who will live? Who will die? And who will fall in love?
Billy took this as a cue and forced me onto my knees with my face in front of the last gloryhole in the dead end hallway. A nice size cock came through the gloryhole. “Suck it fag,” Billy told me. I grabbed the anonymous cut cock that was roughly 7 inches and started to suck the head while holding the shaft with my right hand. “Not like that, like this!” Billy grunted as he grabbed the back of my head and forced me to deepthroat the ...
The gusher he unleashed was strong in every sense; he shot hard, he shot many times, each shot was thick, and the taste was the strongest I could ever remember. But just when I thought this was a quick blow and go for him it was more; a HOLE lot more (excuse the pun).
Mind blown by hearing about Luka's gay experiences, Dan hurtles into his first understall encounter: nervous, overwhelmed, and with the hardest erection he can ever remember having. A taste of the forbidden can be dangerous, in this spin-off from "Xander Shows Me My Prostate"
After a rough break up Riley decides to drink his sorrows away at a bar. After a heartbreak and whiskey induced stupor, he’s fails to notice that he was followed home by a big man with bad intentions.
A college freshman, Ian, hooked up with a guy he met online. The college boy, 19, had decided to lose his virginity and get his cherry properly popped. Cody, a stern man in his 40s, made that dream come true. But in a much rougher way than Ian could have expected it to happen.
Horny, scared, shaking, nearly pissing myself nervous is everything I felt as I walked to the bathroom. The door was broken so it wasn’t closed. I peeked in and I saw him with shorts all the way to his ankles and he was facing the toilet and jacking off. He looked back and I could see that he had a huge dick and a very sexy bubble ass.
A rewrite of a story I wrote years ago. A top that wants to get fucked in the ass gets more than he bargained for when he hooks up with an athletic, hung black man.
My Keyholder, Jace, had such a good time whoring me out last week. This time he took me for an overnight stay at a gay campground and things became wild pretty fast!
There were 150 girls in my high school class. By senior year, I had boned 30 of them. But my life as a ladies’ man was just a big lie. Deep down, the one student I really wanted to bone was Anthony Di Napolitano. He was on my baseball team. At a student party in college, I ran into a guy who looked just like him. I felt a little stiffness in my sweatpants when I first saw him…
Simon Lorall, through a series of terrible events, discovers he is the Seeded One. Now he must embark on a journey of self-discovery encountering demons, fae, werewolves, goblins, and other creatures. As a new Wizard War threatens the world, will he find the strength to save everyone, or will he plunge the world into war and chaos?
This is a continuing fantasy story which contains elements of demon, monster, vampire, werewolf…
It wasn't my first time at a gay bathhouse and it definitely wouldn't be my last. But, this place was new to me and gave me the small kick of anxiety of entering a foreign place. But, as I entered the normal looking building, I felt a familiar atmosphere. (new version)
It was dim and smelled like cologne and smoke. The lights were red and the air was humid. I walked down a hall and met a very friendly employee who accepted my pass and gave ...
True story of me and a married stranger who desperately wants to take my ass. We plan to meet soon, so it had me thinking of our last experience which I felt like sharing. Am I destined to be fucked by this man, or can I overcome my lust?
I spotted him at a student party. Or he spotted me. He looked like your stereotypical frat boy: blond with blue eyes, broad shoulders, big arms, big pecs, and a chin puff. He was a bit shorter than me, probably 6’0”. And he looked cocky as fuck; the exact type of guys I like to put back into their place. Before the night was over, I’d make him swallow his pride, his pride and my cock.
A low, gruff voice spoke up. "Excuse me?"
I recognized the voice before I even looked back. As I turned around on the barstool, I was smiling as my mind flooded with memories and ideas.
"Let me guess." I said, playfully. I finished my drink. "You and your partner saw me from across the bar and you want to buy me a drink?"
"Actually…" he looked me up and down. I wore tight black jeans and a gray sweater. "My partner and I would ...