David was desperate for love. In me he had found more that he had hoped for in that he meant as much to me as I did to him. Once again I knew I would do any thing he asked. I'd go anywhere to be with him, and I'd face any danger to please him.
Have you ever been camping when everyone is sitting around the fire and you all hear a strange noise coming from the creepy darkness of the woods? It's fun and scary all at the same time, right? Well, that happened when I was camping with some of my straight buddies this summer, and I guess that's what gave me the idea for this story. I hope you like it.
James was driving home, cruising through the countryside and the places along the way brought back memories, especially when he passes the Russell Farm.
Taking the secondary roads can let a mind wander, have the time to work through some issues or frustrations, but if something changes the dynamic, like mechanical trouble, then it can just go to shit.
"You gonna pound his ass like you said you do?" Rex says, "I wanna see it." "Oh, I will," I boast. My motions are swift and powerful. In the steam-filled shower room, the echoes of flesh against flesh fill the large communal wet room. The Coach's silky wet muscular walls of his ass are squeezing me with varying intensity. I let out barely audible moans, as his ass grips me and brings me closer and closer to filling him with my much sought after ...
I was in rural Tennessee when I ran out of gas. It was very rural, even backwoodsy; a place where you probably didn't want to be stranded after dark. It was high noon and hot. I'd turned off the highway at a truck stop and headed into the hill country and I'd misjudged the distance.
Like I said, that was the first of many camping trips. David was insatiable when we were out in the woods, and he was more loving. I liked that about him, and to this day, I still get a tingly horny feeling when I'm in a woods and remember our times together.
Paul had his college buddies in the old john boat heading down the creek. They were going to spend a long weekend at the old fishing shack situated in part of the swamp along the creek. It had no electricity, a composting toilet and a shower using collected rainwater. They were going to rough it this weekend.