Sarkopheros Says: The messy conclusion to Stroke! Part 1 is here! If you read part 2, you know what to expect! If not ... well, I'm not sure why you're starting with part 2 but there's no reason you can't. Especially given that Part 1 didn't have much in the way of sex. Part 2 is basically one long gay orgy with hyper cocks, cum inflation, and hentai physi...
Editor's note: this submission contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sexual situations, as well as breathplay and autoerotic asphyxiation. * "Have you ever engaged in autoerotic asphyxia?" I really should have seen that one coming. I think my face turned scarlet. Jeez, don't you believe in foreplay? I searched long and hard on the dark web to...
It was two years ago on a lovely June summers afternoon that I met up with Steven, we hadn't seen each other for about sixteen years when we had left school and like many of our friends had gone our own ways and lost touch with each other. Steven looked just as he had the last time I saw him, wavy dark brown hair with natural light streaks, clear skin and o...
Three months after I qualified as a sports physiotherapist/masseur, I started my own practice at home until I could find work with a sports club or association. I was enjoying a quiet coffee in the café and reading the daily paper when my mobile phone rang. A man's voice enquired about the possibility of getting a massage. He had been working an early shift...
Part of me - the sensible, rational, moral part - wanted desperately to resist. To stop. Not to do something so wrong and so stupid. But my sensible, rational, moral part wasn't in charge tonight. My dick had taken over, and it was determined to have its way. I'd always viewed my bisexuality as a curse, rather than a blessing: the fact that I could have, an...
I hate working late - or I did until recently. I spend my time in a suit in an office making sure the wheels of industry turn smoothly. At the end of each quarter the returns have to be completed and that means I end up working after hours. Now, because of my desk-bound job I do my best to keep trim. So in spite of my 45 years I manage to make sure that the...
I'd called to a friend's house to lay a carpet and found everything ready which was a good start, the floor was clear and ready for the underlay which went down quite easily on the rectangular floor which measured about fourteen by eighteen feet. My friend Peter helped me carry and drag the new carpet in from the hallway which had a pattern that lined up wi...
“For fuck’s sake will you get out the way” he whispered under his breath to Dan. “Sorry, I’m just as busy as you are” he replied. After all it was manic in the pub that night and he and his boss Rob where the only staff in the pub that night. It was unusual for a Wednesday but there had been a works do for a local company. It was only a small bar and the...
"C'mon boy, my cock needs your help." Frank's words snapped me out of my trance and I rose to my feet as he handed me the soap. He took his lathered hands and started cleaning his shoulders and armpits while he turned his front to me. I lathered up my hands and set the soap aside. I reached out and took his heavy, tumescent cock into my loving hands. As I le...
Editor's Note: story contains incest content. * Gordon Proctor had been watching the breathing of the lump beside him in the bed for almost an hour, and after sleep finally overtook his wife of 31 years he gently lifted the sheet a bit so he could slide out of the bed without disturbing her. A look back as he reached the door just to confirm that Eloise P...