The Delivery Man Cometh - A Hot Encounter

Guys. I have done many things with Julia but never quite as much as I have
with Marcus. Any of you who have shared a deep intimate relationship with
another guy will understand just how  utterly impelling it can be, ones
whole life centres around it, physically and emotionally and if that precious
relationship terminates it is easy to want to end it all.

Crazy Sexual Encounter With My Kaiser (My Dog) And Dad...Hmmmm

My name is Michael and I am 14 years old. I live with my 30 year-old dad.
That's right! I am adopted. Dad is much like an older brother to me. He is
semi  strict, but that is the cop in him. He is 6 foot 2 inches tall with
beautiful  wavy black hair and ice-blue eyes. He has a super "V" shaped body
with a nice  triangle of chest hair and then the line that runs down below
his waist. I've  never seen him nude, though I have always fantasized about
that mound in his  pants. He and Mom just separated permanently when he
decided to move back to the  farm that his parents left him while she decided to
move to New York to carry on  her business career. It was an amicable split
and I chose to stay with dad since  we were so close.
 

College Life: The Quiet Room

Finished, finally my project is complete; I just need to save it to my
flash drive.  It feels good to have that accomplished.  I glance at the
clock on the computer; it is almost 9:00 p.m., a good time to be done.

The room is dimly lit as the glow of the computer screen and desk lamp
illuminates one side.  The corner simply brightened by the light on the
table near the bed.  The room is quiet, almost silent.  The only sounds
being made by my fingers on the keyboard as they save the project to a
flash drive.  From the corner of the room, on the bed, Caleb is turning the
pages of his book as he reads and completes the reading assigned to his
class. 

Blackmailed For Sex

This is a true story, and happened when I was 20 years old and was a young
british army officer, posted to Australia for a 4 month training
assignment.  I was young and extremely fit and healthy, and I had jumped at
the chance to spend 4 months at a large infantry training depot in the
countryside about 6 hours between Sydney and Melbourne.

I had bought an old VW to be able to get around the countryside a bit, and
at weekends I used to drive around and explore the outback and the small
towns in-between. One weekend I found myself driving along a dirt-road , it
was Saturday afternoon, and hot as hell. The car had no air-conditioning,
so I was stripped down to just a small pair of cut-off jeans. I was tanned
and fit, and usually had no problem in picking up the girls. Half an hour
along the road, with the dust clinging to my sweat-stained upper body, the
car decided to pack it in, and I found myself stranded and looking
uselessly into the engine compartment with no idea what was wrong.

The Adventures of a Horny Babysitter

I stomped up the concrete steps, fuming, as I knocked on the glass, screen
door.  My mood was red-hot and I just wanted to get this started so that it
would be over sooner.  I'd only waited a second before my impatience
overtook me, and I pounded on the glass door, harder.  The heavy oak door,
behind the glass door, unlocked and opened.  A man, roughly in his early
thirties held the door open, water dripping down his body.  My snotty
remark that was about to leap to my lips stopped as my eyes drank in his
body.

The man stood about six feet tall, topped off with damp patch of brown on
top of his head.  His shirtless torso was athletically pleasing, with two
hard, but not enormous pectoral muscles, tipped at the end with dark brown
nipples that seemed larger than usual.  His stomach was flat, with the
smallest definition of a six pack, surrounded by two massive arms.  His
shoulders were broad, his biceps the size of cantaloupe, and a carpet of
fur sprouting from his arms.  I stopped my eyes as they reached the towel
wrapped around his waist; there was no need to push my imagination into
overdrive.

"Hey!  Duncan!  I haven't seen you in years.  You must be what, eighteen by
now?" the man said, sporting a goofy grin.

Coming Home...

Trevor felt lost. He had been away from his hometown for 8 years except for
short visits.

Now he was back, stationed in San Diego and given two months to get there.
So he shouldered his duffle bag and adorned in clothes that didn't quit
fit, he took the cheap bus ride home.

It was quiet. That was the first thing he noticed. Some stores he used to
go to were closed with FOR RENT signs in the windows. Even the used
furniture store where he used to work while still in high school was gone,
demolised for a mini mall years ago. He had known about that but seeing it
was different.

The bus stopped at the KINKOS instead of the bus station. It too was gone
replaced by a new fire station.

There was lots of time before he would go home. They were expecting him for
dinner. Trevor paid a taxicab driven by someone he didn't know with an
accent he couldn't identify.

They drove past his high school, past the football stadium where he played,
through the park where he would go late at night.

The first time was a weekend after graduation. He knew the Marines were
waiting for him to show up. But it was something he had to do.

Trevor had wandered there over recent years, too scared to go into the
famous bathroom building he had heard about. He had seen silhouettes come
and go in the darkness. But he was too scared to join them. There was even
one or two shorter shadowed males...others like him, young but braver then
he.