You've been watching me. I can see you from the cornet of my eye in class, when I wear my brown leather flip-flops in Summer. You can't tear your eyes off of my half bare feet, with their nice olive tan and big, square toes. Thick, manly toes that you'd die to set your lips on, I know it. Every time I stretch out my legs in the aisle between our desks, or...
This is a continuation of my first story "three bears use me"... ***** It had been about a week since our "poker party" when a small package showed up at my house. Inside was a dvd from the leader of my bear group of friends, Bob. Bob included a letter complimenting me on what a hot night we had and how him and his friends couldn't wait for me to visit th...
It was Sunday afternoon, either 3 or 4pm, depending on the clock or the body's experience, daylight savings time having disappeared overnight. Parking in front of the bathhouse turned out to be a more a matter of chance than normal, providing an indication of the number of men visiting it. Entering, it was more crowded than I have ever seen it, without any...
Glenn was an puny little cunt. He reminds me of a fuckin’ giraffe. He’s got this long fuckin’ neck and he’s always turning his head around, looking at everything like he’s scared of missing out on something. Only he knew that this time he wasn’t gonna miss out on nothing. He stuck with Fab as much as he could, hoping Fab would protect him, but I could see...
**Station 3: The Measuring Dryer** Dripping wet from the bath earlier, Adam walked down the dimly lit red illuminated pathway and reached a metallic door. He reached for the metal handles and pulled open the door towards him, revealing a chamber that was darker than the dim pathway that he was in. The room was on a higher elevation, about a step higher. Ada...
It had been a good two months since our last mud wrestle and Andy and I were keen to get together again. We had chatted constantly during this period. Keeping in touch and throwing ideas around for various other types of erotic messy wrestling. Everything from oil, custard, desserts, puddings, cake, baked beans, and the list seemed endless. As for the type...
Jamal awoke to the smell of brewed coffee. The door to the closet was slightly ajar. Apparently, Charles had risen from his makeshift bed there and tiptoed from the room earlier. Jamal looked at the clock beside the bed. Normally, he'd have to get up and rush off to work, but he'd arranged to have Jenine, a coworker, take over a couple of shifts for him. He...
All usual disclaimers apply. Chapter 2: I Play Again It had been 14 hours and counting since I had tasted Novak's cum for the first time. It was nine o'clock at night now and I was getting ready for bed. I couldn't believe just that morning my big brother Novak had let me play with his cock. All I could think about all day was doing it again. I was super...
It was a rainy Tuesday evening. Mark Böhm, a young investment banker at J.P. Morgan, just got home from work. A busy Wall Street guy like Mark never makes his own dinner so he decided to order something from one of the restaurants in his neighborhood . That evening he called his favorite Chinese restaurant. He didn't like Chinese food that much though. Absen...
I woke up to find a strange man looking into my bedroom window on the seventeenth floor. Fight-or-flight kicked in first, and I jerked awake, sitting bolt upright. My body didn't know if it should leap from the bed, or jump into a fighting stance. And then my brain caught up and noticed two things at the same time. First, the window-wishing harness. And se...