Teen Male Solo - Page 17

Once upon a time there were Three Bears that lived together in a cottage in the woods. One was Little Bear with a normal physique, though his arms were quite strong and he had just a little bit of stubble on his face

Ellen woke up to the doorbell, confused and with a flutter in her belly. She wasn’t expecting anyone else to drop by, especially not with Steve here. She quickly slipped on her dressing gown to cover up her nakedness and hurried to the door. She looked through the spy-hole and panicked

CHAPTER ONE After a lifetime of work and saving my wife and I retired early to her home country in Central America nearly a decade ago. The reduced costs allowed us to live a comfortable life in the countryside

I was only seven when my mother and father split up, looking back on it I can honestly say my father was no good for anything! He drank all day and didn't have a job, and on top of that he beat my mum every now and then, not often … but enough

Time Apart Having danced since she was about 6, Andrea was very flexible and she didn’t let it go to waste, finding no trouble applying her skills to improve and spice up the already amazing sex she had with Jack

Garreth came home from work early, he put in half a day’s holiday due to it being quiet at work, as he unlocked the front door and stepped through he took a quick glance at the bills on the floor, and though fuck it I will open them later

New Found Hope I lay here thinking about the past month. Things only went from bad to worse. My now ex fiancé and I were kicked out of one place, found another only to have are relationship dissolve before my eyes. My name is Jason Porter

This is based on a true story, only the names have been changed to protect the innocent. I am not a writer and do not pretend to be one, I hope you enjoy the story despite my limitations

Part 1: Shit Stew I pulled out my cock. I Walked over to Shelby, and stuck it hard in his Pinche mouth. He squirmed for a bit. Then remained still. He was very weak. I leaned forward, frowned, and lazily pissed hard down his throat

Tags: Erotica, Male Solo, Masturbation, Romance To my favorite sexy dark feathered friend, Thank you for the imagery I hope you enjoy the embellishments

Adam Martin - The Pupil By Christian G. Kay Edited by Sherry December-03-2009 DISCLAIMER: Please read and abide by the DISCLAIMER posted on the first chapter. "Adam Martin - The Pupil" is an erotic story, with some parts containing graphic sexual scenes

CHAPTER FOUR We both slept through the night and I awoke in the morning with her still held tight to my body. I just held her, smelling her and occasionally kissing her forehead. She was stirring and I did not want her to awake alone this morning

nd rain shelters but what it certainly doesn’t have is an air conditioner or even a few fans… So I’m here sitting in the classroom listening to this boring teacher who’s rambling on about WWI poetry, but no-one’s taking notes; too busy fanning themselves with their pads and folders to write anything

(Note: This is a re-post, with a few changes, so sorry if you have already read it. It published without themes and other stuff, so only way to fix it was to repost

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Jacob Masterson was an 18-year-old, 1st year university student. Like most 1st years, he lived in university accommodation, and in his case that meant a small, university-owned house. He lived with 2 other students, a boy named Andrew, and a girl named Lizzie

Chapter 2 X awakes and stretches. He gives and yawn and looks around the unchanged land. He gets up does a couple of stretches. He grabs a flat rock and gets to work carving one of the giant stick he has for a spear

tton on her tight black trousers, she wiggled her hips to and fro, sliding the soft black fabric down her thighs, over her knees and then letting them fall to the ground, lifting one foot out of them at a time, the supple smooth skin of her toes touching the cold marble floor before resting the sole

Hey guys. This is my first story, be kind. Any feedback will be appreciated. ________________________________________________________ This is important for later on in the story. I'm putting it here now so it doesn't look like I just added it later on

I was born in a brothel. Brothel is the word for it. It wasn't so pretentious as to be called a bordello or house of ill-repute. They weren't whores though. We were a family. When my mother died in childbirth, they took it upon themselves to raise me