Joe drifted in that sweet spot between dreams and reality, his mind foggy with sleep while his body registered the warm press of Phoenix against his back, the hard length of her cock pressed against his ass. "Good morning, angel," Phoenix whispered, her breath hot against his ear, sending a shiver down his spine that roused him. Before Joe could mumble a response, she was sliding down, tossing aside the tangled sheet. Joe...

Humboldt County winters are bleak and miserable, just endless days of gray skies and cold rain, and that distinctive stink of mold. Last year I just about lost it. So this year, I’ve made plans to get away from it, at least for the winter holidays. My Christmas break's comin' up next week, and I'm already thinkin' about that long-ass drive down to SoCal. Sixteen hours of nothin' but me, the road, and whatever crap music t...

Man, shit’s blowin’ up. Emm’s hovering over my body, moving to mount me, and Pete’s got a grip on cock, waiting for her. But somethings nagging at the back of head, probably yours too. That is, “How did these two go from shity missionary to sex-beast mode overnight?” So, for a moment I wondered about it, till I was slapped back to reality by these two nasty sluts. “Oh, Gabs, I want to feel you cum in me,” sighed Emma. “Ye...

That bastard Pete's teasing me, all right! His mouth is so close to my cock I can feel his hot breath on it. But he ain’t touching it. Nah. Everything but. He's kissing and licking the skin near it, the inside of my thighs, the spot where my leg meets my balls. Getting closer and closer, but not quite there. He's taking his sweet damn time, building up the heat. Fuckin’ A, man, the fucker knows his shit, knows how to buil...

The little slut’s slowly breaking free. Like a sleepy cat stretching itself awake and into readiness, her ass lifts slightly, and her legs relax, making her settle all her weight around me. “Ahh... wow... umh... cool,” she mumbles, like she still can’t believe he saw, still can’t believe he heard. The girl’s totally blissed out, totally owning it, and it’s making her hotter than hell. "Ahhh... mmh!" she cries when she fin...

Pete strolls toward us, casual as anything, stroking himself with slow, deliberate movements. He leans against the kitchen door jamb, spits a big, glistening blob onto his dick, and continues stroking, his eyes never leaving us. There's no jealousy there, no anger at finding his wife naked on another man's lap—just raw, hungry desire. The sick fuck is loving this! He even gives me a nod, like he's giving his blessing to w...

Emm let out a low, throaty grunt, “Fuck, Gabs,” as I wrenched my hands free from between our bodies and hauled her up into my arms like I was never letting go. She clung to me, arms and legs limp but desperate, digging her face into the curve where my neck meets my shoulder, breathing like she’s run a marathon. I held her tight, tighter than I thought was possible, because she felt so fucking good like this—sweaty and sha...

We lock eyes for a quick sec, then Emma twists, steps back, like she’s stepped on somethin’ dirty. It looks like she’s embarrassed and leaving, but then she stops and turns back. Her eyes drop to my hand, still pumpin’ my wet cock, and widen slightly. I don't stop. Fuck it—she already knows what I'm doin’. And after last night, and then hearing them goin’ at it this morning, there's no point in bein’ bashful. "M-morning,...

My head's fuzzy, achin’, like every effin’ brain cell is screamin’ at me. Goddamn friggin' vodka! The thin light slicing through the window pokes at my eyes like little needles. I'm sprawled out naked on this tiny couch, skin all sticky. Place smells like porn and booze. Where the fuck am I? Oh, shit, right, I crashed here after last night's little... adventure. Emma and Pete’s place. Wakin’ up here, outside of the city,...

Pete's strong, sweaty hand clamped around my dick, manhandling the throbbing fuck stick and ramming the head right against the fleshy gash of Emma's cunt. Let me tell ya’ man, my cock was huge, pumped, a fuckin’ weapon. The head of my hard rod was rammed against the soft folds of Emma's little, wet cunt. And fuck me sideways if it wasn't a sight to make you bust a nut. My dick was monstrous in its arousal, swollen beyond...

"Gabs?" Pete's voice, laid-back and easy, drifts into the kitchen. "You here, man?" I clear my throat, trying to will away my lingering erection. "Yeah, Pete. In the kitchen." Pete strolls in, his hands shoved casually into his pockets. He grins at me, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Hey, man. Where's Emma?" Before I can even get a word out, Emma explodes outta’ the bedroom, skin all pink and shiny from the hot water,...

I spot Emma leaning against the brick wall outside the Forest Hills station, her short brown hair swaying gently in the autumn breeze. She sees me and waves, her face lighting up with a nervous smile. Just the sight of her gets my dick twitching, man. I’ve lusted for her since the day I laid eyes on her. Fuckin’ A, Gabs, I tell myself, you’re gonna be pounding that sweet thing soon. One filthy thought leads to another. I...

Day one at the new gig. Fuck if I know why, but I know a piece of it is that crazy rush—getting away with something filthy. Man, did that feel good! Get this— Them? It’s the same damn drill. The forms. The handbook. The awkward introductions. Me? I’m scoping the place out, sniffing all the new possibilities, getting harder by the second. End day, I hit the shitter stall. Streams of cum shot out of my dick and splattered a...

Lately, it's always the same goddamn thing with Joe, the second his eyes crack open: discomfort, a mad pressure in his balls, and Amy's hair tickling like some fucked-up cat whisker. Clock says 3:06 AM, which he can confirm because it's blazing green at him from the damn nightstand, like an accusation. The world outside their shity, little apartment is dark, still, and his dick is somehow harder than the day they met, whi...

As I approach the lobby again, the ticket woman is no longer alone. Some guy’s leaning against her booth, one elbow propped on the counter, his body angled toward her like their best pals. He's tall and rangy, maybe fifty, with salt-and-pepper hair cut close to his scalp and a mustache that belongs in a 1970s cop show. He wears dark slacks and a white short-sleeved shirt with a tie loosened at the neck—the uniform of a ma...