Part I Part II

And just like that, everything which happened after was a blur. His memory could hardly put two pieces of the passion and primal need together, let alone the entire puzzle. All he knew was when he rolled over, there lay the only person he wanted. The only person he would ever want.

Lying there looking at the most beautiful man in the world, Sowen found himself absent-mindedly stroking Kyne's cheek, smiling all the while. When he realized he was doing it, he scooted closer, lowering that arm to wrap it around Kyne's waist. Bare skin on bare skin only made him want Kyne nearer, right up against him. Delicately, he pressed his lips to the other man's forehead. Pulling away enough to get a good look at that perfect man, Sowen smiled again. "I really do love you, you know," he said, sure the words were not necessary.

Kyne snuggled closer. Placing his head on Sowen's chest he replied, "I know," earning himself another light kiss on the cheek. Read more »

Part I Part III

Having Kyne's lips pressed to his own was not new. What was new was Kyne initiating it. As close as the two men were, Kyne had always made it abundantly clear they were no more than friends. Really good friends, but friends nonetheless. More times than he could count, Sowen had made his feelings and intentions known to his friend. It simply was not possible to spend an extended amount of time with Kyne and not fall in love with him. Anyone who could manage it was a far stronger person than Sowen, but he regretted none of it. He had loved the man almost from the beginning. And as long as he could remember, Kyne had spent just as much time rejecting him.

His curiosity got the better of him. Reluctantly he pushed Kyne away, sitting up straighter and damning himself as he did so. Again he asked, "What are you doing?"

In response Sowen received short chuckle. "I believe I'm attempting to shove my tongue down your throat." Read more »

Lexington, or Lex, didn’t know where his life was going, all he knew was he needed to get back to California one day. Life hasn’t been easy for him this past year with his fiancé of 8 years leaving him for one of his interns, his dad dying from a stroke at such a young age and moving away from his family to follow his dream job. But even the job wasn’t panning out the way he had hoped. From day one it was obvious that his boss had it out for him so to make a friend in the office was a huge help to take away from the stress of having his every move picked apart and analyzed. Hannah was a bright young face, always able to see the humor in every situation and it didn’t hurt when she joked about his sexual prowess and gave him that look that would even make a baker lose his cream filling. So, being miles from home and having only one real friend, it was obvious why he started to develop feelings for her. Read more »

The locker room was humid and hot from all of the hard bodies that had just departed. I was one of the only guys left over since Coach had been wanting to talk to me about my scholarship opportunities. I'd felt bitter about him wasting my time after practice, missing out on the buffet of tight, sweaty men in such close proximity to me.

I began taking off my padding, the only thing left on me being my jock strap. I always feel sexy when I wore it, my thick ass sticking out from the white straps that wrapped around it. Someone else noticed it on that day, too.

His hand snuck up the crack of my behind. I gasped, not having heard anyone even come in, and spun around to face my groper. Standing there was Don Partito, the new transfer student. He had exotic looks, and stated at a previous time that his family originated from Brazil. His hair was black and curly, and his body tanned and toned. My mouth salivated as I took in the sight of his freshly-washed hair and skin. He was completely naked, his long cock emerging from his genital hair. “What are you doing, Don?” I asked, taken aback. Read more »

Emilia did NOT hook up. She had never kissed anyone she hadn’t met weeks and weeks before, let alone taking them to bed. She repeated it in her head again.

And yet here she was, on her hands and knees on her bed in her small London apartment, with her hand reached back between her legs, guiding the end of his cock between her soft pussy lips.

Her Friday evening had started innocuously enough. She dashed home from her job in the City, pulled on some jeans and a comfy jumper, and headed a few hundred meters down the road to the pub where her friend Natasha was waiting outside.

"Hey babe, how are you doing!" Emilia exclaimed, squeezing her friend in a long hug.

"Good thanks, good! You won’t believe what Fernando did to me though" Natasha replied as they headed inside. And that’s how it began.

Two hours and several expensive hipster cocktails later, Natasha had just concluded listing all the “vapid bitches” her former boyfriend Fernando had slept with in the last weeks of their relationship. Emilia, meanwhile, had just finished fantasizing about Fernando and his mysterious Iberian eyes when her pussy-moistening thoughts came to an abrupt end with the arrival of a tall, dark-haired and slim man next to them at the bar. Natasha glanced at him, and raised her eyebrows. Emilia licked her lips. Read more »