“Ooohhhhh yeeeaaahhhh! There’s nothing like soaking your meat in a hot, wet mouth – especially one with talent. Kid! You’ve got cock sucking talent to spare. LOOK UP AT ME! You look just like a puppy begging for a bone. Good thing I’ve got bone to spare. Eat the big bone, kid, eat the big fucking bone!”
Polter is inside of Tony's body - a rocking body builder with a huge dong - about to get weird and nasty with Barry. Tony is a bottom by nature, but he's about to feel like what it's REALLY like to be a literal bitch in heat. Polter controls Tony's body one part at a time as he has his way with these two studs.
As the guys shot off, they plunged their dicks as far down our throats as they could. Their cocks kicked like canons as they unloaded. My eyes were bulging like Josh’s. We choked and swallowed, barely keeping up with the gushing goo.
With Blake having run away from his night of raunchy debauchery, Polter finds himself a hot and heavy gut to play around with. None other than a fat black bear who finds that he is sucking an invisible cock, then gets flipped and fucked by said ghost dick, and goes to seduce and ravish a certain body builder.
I knew this particular dick really, really well. The dick belonged to my best buddy, Josh. The voice of command belonged to the Dean of Students, Dr. Dickman.
With this short, short story, I boldly elbow aside the absurdists Beckett, Ionesco, Genet, and Pinter – in a good, sexy cause. And why not? Sex has so many purposes and there are so many needs. A friend – a good friend – chary of my use of alliteration warned that it might hinder the presentation of a sexual sequence, so…
“Suck my dick, Joshie!! Wrap those sweet lips around my meat and get it down your throat. That’s it, fucker! Now hold my balls in your fingertips…just like that. You’re going to be praying to my dick, hoping I let you cum before you hurt too much.”
“Joshua…get your mouth on this faggot’s balls and chew like a son of a bitch…NOW!” Josh was under me in a flash. I could see the back of his head as he engulfed my bag of nuts and started working them hard.
“Brian, meet me in the gym and bring Josh with you, dude! Put up that clip of my interns giving us head in the office and then spread your little guy out on the mat. I’ve got a bet for you.”
Scott was sitting on a desk chair with me impaled on his dick while he packed me like a steamer trunk. We were facing a portable mirror set in front of one of the big TV screens. I was staring at my red face and helpless body as it bounced on his thighs.
“Will you look at our pretty little preppy boys, Brian? They look fucking happy to see us, don’t they? Naked and hard, like we told them to be. Pretty as puppies, aren’t they? I think I’m seeing some drool on those sweet pink lips. We’d better get some dick in ‘em quick!
Sweating at their pits, and chests, two certified hunks of deliverymen rolled in the front door, each pushing a hand truck with a big, obviously heavy, box marked Stone Enterprises. Both had short sleeved shirts rolled to emphasize their bulging biceps, and a button or two missing on their shirt fronts.
Fenn pronounces Adele and Simon cute. Todd gets a crash course in Judaism. Paul fails to fit in and our young friends attend their first college party where Chad gains cool points (maybe?) and Claire gains a reputation.
What if? - That pregnant question has sent my imagination back about 500 years to conjure a tale of secular religious orders so wildly sexual that its like cannot have been written before - at least to my knowledge. Action's in a decrepit castle where almost anything goes - and does - as lackadaisical Count & Countess are drawn into vortices of passions sanctified by tradition - and love it!
Skippy goes from summer houseboy to to tamed boy at the drop of a zipper. A tongue in cheek (and other places) romp featuring strong language and a remarkable amount of sex. Reader discretion is advised. Previously published on another site, the story has been reworked somewhat and copy edited. A sequel is in preparation.
In the beginning of PART FOUR Noah heads out of Rummelsville, Brendan and Kenny head to college and Dena and Milo receive quite an education of their own.
Rob remembers the valleys and hills of his past, and Frey remembers his love for Adam as, in the present, Frey's cold fades, and his desires burns hotter.
Blake and his friends get house from Mr.Tom welling and meet a Two ghost name Jackson and Afthur weird stuff start to happen.stuff Blake he never to but they found out he likes. Jackson and Arthur
finds group of sexy studs to play with. Jackson a horny ghost finds himself a handsome young man to possess. A well built jock of 25, Blake and his friends are in for the weirdest experience .
I needed a smile, so wrote these exchanges to bring one (or two) to my face. If you might need one today, see whether these three micro-stories may help. Lightweight fun for troubled times...
Riffing Greek mythology is fun - between bouts of dishing out heavy-duty sex stories such as my recent "Donny & Clyde." Come along, if you'd like a break, too, from the hot stuff, for this bit of imaginative rehabbing of ancient times' lusty gods, goddesses, and monsters. Warning: There will be horticultural items mentioned explicitly!