Chapter 03: The last time together Once back from dinner, I had Joe strip and bend over the back of his couch. I carefully removed the large butt plug from his ass, his hole remained gaping open. I quickly dropped my shorts, coated my cock in baby oil and slide it into his wide open ass. His anal walls adjusted to my cock and he groaned as I slide deeply in...
He toys with the lace ruffles on my panties. His fingers move over the ruffles and up and down the crack of my butt. I flick my tongue over the hole of his erection and then take it deeply into my mouth, holding it at the base straight up. His eyes are closed as he lays naked on the bed, his huge hard cock sticking up off of him. I start to pump, start to ma...
I was sitting alone again just like every other night lately. Somehow I felt the urge to put on my favorite red panties again. As they slid over my cock I couldn't help but be aroused. Ever since I was a young man I have felt the need to wear panties and nylons. Being 40 and recently divorced, I now had more than enough free time to indulge myself. Grabbing...
Damian walked out into the sunlight and immediately felt the humidity in the air. The contrast from air conditioning to summer afternoon was like a rolling oven blast. Damian had thrown on a cotton Hawaiian shirt, and a pair of jean shorts, frayed at the cut offs. On his plump feet, he wore a pair of sandals. Today Damian was going commando. As the heat boun...
I have always been an exhibitionist. As far back as I can remember I have always hated wearing clothing and always enjoyed being naked. Once I got my own place I wouldn't hesitate to walk around the house constantly without a stitch of clothing. I realized that I found it quite thrilling that someone might catch me in this state of undress and take advantag...
Thanks for the feedback. Feel free to ask questions, give suggestions or share your own experiences. * Ever since I can remember I have fantasised about other guys, and their cocks in particular. I remember going to the gym and swimming just so that I would be able to furtively check out of the meat dangling between guys legs in the locker room. However,...
Mick Delbasco was shy. So shy in fact that he nearly backed out of coming to school. Mick was a freshman at ECU, and was planning on majoring in psychology. His roommate, Paul had arrived a few days earlier. Paul was a first-time-away-from-home-wanting-to-play-around-with-life boy. He had his own mini-fridge plugged into his side of the room, and brew skis...
The aroma of roasted coffee beans is a delectable smell, one that conjures images and memories. It takes me back to my childhood, when my father would get up in the morning and make a pot before waking us children. It wafted into every room in the house, lingered well after the pot was done, and after we came home from school it would permeate from the wood...
The following story is a fictional account. The characters are entirely unreal and so are their situations. Thus no direct attention was paid to probability or safety for the characters. Such practices should not transfer over to real life situations. Practice safe, sane and consensual sex. For your own damn good. If you have problems or issues with queer po...
"He saw your dick?" "Shh!" Carson said. "Not so loud!" Clarissa put her hands over her mouth and slid down behind the desk. "This is bad. Really bad. Like lose your job bad." "He didn't seem to mind..." Carson said hesitantly. "What? He was probably just freaked out and didn't know what to say." Carson rubbed the back of his neck. "Maybe I should go apo...