This is a sort of sequel to an earlier story I titled "Slopestyle". You don't absolutely have to read that story to understand this one but it will be more enjoyable if you do.
In that story I wrote about how I had met a super cutie named Kyle while out snowboarding and how we ended up having an amazing time fucking one another's brains out in the woods alongside the hills. He was one of the hottest guys I've ever had the pleasure of hooking up with and
Thanks to those who have written and encouraged me to continue this series. Some one voted multiple times and downgraded the results on my first twelve chapters which discouraged me. But, having two Asian tops write and ask that I continue has been a source of great motivation! Let me know if you like the direction this has taken!
When the door opened, I remained standing in front of James, frozen with fear. I
Sorry guys for taking so much time off. I thought more of you would love Chapter 5 and Tan's perspective. I'm not sure what was lacking or why I got so few votes...hmmm...but at least I reached a 4.50. Regardless, thanks for the encouragement some of you have directed my way! Aren't there any strong Asian guys out there who appreciate my story??? Should I continue?
Have you ever felt so bottled up you could explode? That's the
My car came to a stop below the front of the house and I just sat there. It had been a long day and I was tired and not ready for the chaos I would find inside. Instead I sat there in the car and lay my head back on the headrest and closed my eyes for five minutes of peace.
A year ago I would have been hurrying inside, however hard my day had been. But a year ago Nick would have been there, already home or on his way. Now my house, our dream house, sometimes seemed more like a bur
I'll be on the road the next two weeks and will try and write another chapter if possible. Please let me know if you have any suggestions?
I woke up the following morning after the deepest sleep I can remember. I felt a bit disoriented, as I had fallen asleep around 9:00 p.m. almost immediately after Tan had left. It was 6:30 a.m. and I had slept about nine and a half hours -- a record for me. I dragged myself to the shower luxuriating in the hot water and
Hey readers, please let me know what you think of my story. If you're not gay, move on as this won't appeal to you. Remember, it's MY fantasy--and only a story! Enjoy!
The next morning I woke up on time and hustled to get ready for work. Thankfully, I was early enough that I beat Alex to the kitchen and had his coffee ready before he could ask. I also quickly whipped up some scrambled eggs with some chives and c
My mind was in a quandary, but my dick was hard. I could still taste Tan's pungent nectar delivered right from the source. My hand wanted to grasp my "clit" as he called it but I remembered his admonition. I feared that somehow he'd know...that he'd figure out I came and not let me have any more of his hard dick. Damn, had it been less than 24 hours since I first submitted to this Vietnamese punk? My mind was in turmoil now...what had I let happen to me?
Before I could dwell any
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It began to rain hard a few minutes before two that Saturday afternoon, preventing me from meeting Robert at the Lincoln Center fountain. Forced indoors, I stood dripping wet in the cavernous lobby of Avery Fisher Hall, searching among the similarly hapless figures hurrying by outside in the central plaza, fearing that I might miss him altogether. I needn't have worried.
"Jim! There you are." The
Author's note: I have a crush on a DJ. He's fine as fuck. Two turntables and a microphone looks like a dick and balls. I'm mature.
I can't make out exactly what the DJ looks like through the spinning lights and thumping beats, but I can see his hips swaying just above the turntables, a glossy black beard, and quick fingers, and that's enough for me. I saunter up to the "DJ booth" corner of the small club―a pile of amps next to a folding table and a barstoo
My heart was pounding as I dialed the number to Don's house. Liz had taken the kids to her sister's for the weekend; I was home alone and figured it was now or never.
"Hello?" Susan answered the phone.
"Hi Sue, Mike here. Is Don home?"
"Hi Don. Sure, just a minute. Oh, buy the way, I know Liz took the kids to her sister's for the weekend, so I you want to come over for dinner tonight, we'd love to have you."
"Thanks, that would be grea
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