Archive for November, 2008

his partner_s ass

Thursday, November 13th, 2008





Gay lad creams his partner?s ass

Gay lad creams his partner?s ass

Money s Worth

I m outside the Bar Code downtown standing on the curb with my hands shoved deep in the pockets of my sweatpants and trying hard to look worlds more interesting than I really am when I feel a hand on my shoulder. I whirl around stepping back but it s only Ritchie. He s drunk and there s a wild look in his eyes a devilish gleam that excites me though I don t let him know it.

Ritchie s cool in a way I ve always wanted to be but can t seem to attain no matter how ripped my jeans are or how disheveled my hair or how worn my T-shirt. He s crazy man craziest guy on our floor and I know the only reason a lot of other dudes in our dorm know who I am is because I m his roomie. He s the kind of guy who will stage mattress fights at three in the morning and even if you have an exam the next day you can t help but stand in the hallway cheering him on as you watch (more…)

guys forget

Thursday, November 13th, 2008





Two sexy guys forget about all stupid prohibitions and just get into the closet to give each other nice tough shag. Watch these sexy dogs co…

Two sexy guys forget about all stupid prohibitions and just get into the closet to give each other nice tough shag. Watch these sexy dogs co...

A Devil Stick

This story contains bare butt strapping and may not be acceptable to some readers.

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Corporal punishment was a way of life for us. Our strict preacher father would tolerate nothing short of faultlessness from my older brother Paul and me. Paul though twenty-years of age was still a regular victim of father s sadistic thrashings and would remain susceptible until he d attained adult status.

Three more years would pass before I d be safe from his sadistic whippings that would be suffered until his preordained number of distinct strap impressions were burned into the sinner s bare buttocks and accompanied by screams for mercy and absolution.

Father s instrument of terror – the Mule Paul had christened it because of its violent kick – was a strip of leather he d cut from an old horse harness. Twenty-six (more…)