Tucker Williams almost missed his flight. His mind was a thousand miles away as they called for the last passengers to board the flight for San Diego. If it hadn’t been for the attentive gate agent, he might have been staring into the distance while his flight rolled down the runway without him. Shocked back into the moment by a gentle tap on his shoulder, he quickly grabbed his backpack and boarded the flight just as they were closing the doors.
He was going home to stay with his friend
When I was just out of college I went on a trip with Joe, my boyfriend at the time, to the mid-sized Illinois city where he grew up. Most of his family still lived there including his brothers Mike and Lee who, on our first night staying at Joe’s parents’ house, came over for dinner.
His brothers were a total trip — loud and funny, constantly cracking jokes at everyone’s expense, but so charming and good looking that you just didn’t care.
Both of them were
“Let’s head over to West 4th for a pickup game, whadda ya say?” It was a hot summer New York night, the kind where it doesn’t dip below 80 degrees and anyone and everyone is out and about, looking for something to do. The idea sounded like a great one to Ernesto; his friends, however, weren’t as enthusiastic.
“Whadda ya fucking crazy? It’s fucking hot as fuck. What the fuck do I want to fucking go all the way to fucking Manhattan for a fucking game of
Derek and Jackson were relaxing one night mindlessly watching the tube, when, out of the blue, Derek said, “I wish I could get my dick sucked.”
Jackson replied, “That was random, Dude. What’s going on between those ears?
Derek continued, “You know what I mean, Dude. Haven’t you ever wondered what it would be like to really get a great blowjob? Not like the girls we hang with.
They have no appreciation for the art of dick sucking. Anytime one has gone down on
Luka Brenner had thought he was adjusting to his new job, new city and new place just fine. In fact he loved his new job. The hours were good, the pay was decent and he felt he was really making a good impression on his boss and colleagues. He had even made a few work friends that he sometimes grabbed lunch with or even the occasional beer after work.
Most of them had wives and children, so Luka didn’t quite fit into their lifestyle beyond lunch and after work beer. He needed to make
*By K. Scholessinger for my Liebling*
I smile as you wrap your arms around me, drawing me close into your warm, loving embrace. I lean into you, breathing in your scent, that which is distinctly you. It’s a very masculine scent, with an underlying sweetness that drives me insane. I can’t get enough of you, no matter how hard I try to resist.
Your lips cover mine, our tongues tangoing together, fighting for dominance. Bu it’s never about control…it’s about wanting
Jerome stood just inside the doorway at the shadowed end of the room. He should have just turned and gone down the stairs and out to the carriage to tell Thomas that Master John wasn’t ready to go yet. That’s all Thomas, Master John’s carriage driver, had told him to do. But the shock of what he’d found when he’d entered the house on Decatur Street and been waved to the second door down the hall on the second floor held him plastered to his shadowy vigil spot long
He was almost completely untouchable. Even in his tribe he was an anomaly, the rest of the friendly people tactile by normal standards, but to him they kept a respected distance, granting him the space the shaman deserved by some silent demand to keep all hands off of his smooth dark skin.
I had been in the jungle for months now, watching him out of the corner of my eyes, even as I recorded everything I could about the isolated cluster of people that seemed to be caught in a far more ancient,
Remember when you were 10 or 11, and your buddies double-dog dared you to jump off the high diving board at the local swimming pool?
Well, something like that happened to me recently, and it was the most incredible erotic experience of my life. I still can’t believe I did it, but I guess if you climb up on the board often enough, eventually you’ll throw caution to the wind and make that jump.
My name is Dale, and I’m in my late 20s. I’m single, although I usually always
My wife and I had been married a couple of years and decided to return to a ski resort that we’d always enjoyed in Utah. We were never much for après-ski partying that happened at some better known resorts like Breckenridge or Park City. The mountain was great and it was much more low-key. We splurged a bit and got a place that was ski-in, ski-out, had its own spa, restaurants, and such. It was largely all-inclusive.
We were the type that was one of the first on the slopes, and last to
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