David sat at home in his kitchen on a plastic chair and felt the last few dribbles of piss run from his dick and into his underpants whilst what had not been soaked up by his wet grey corduroy shorts made a puddle underneath him. He pushed his lap-top away from himself and ran his hands over the front of his saturated corduroy. Now he had finished wetting hi...
First let me say that I absolutely love my husband. I'm his 3rd wife and he's my 2nd husband. It took a while but we finally found each other. Johnnie writes under the pseudonym eviltwin and believe me, I've read some of his works, if you want call them that. But his under lying themes deal mostly with a male losing by force or by choice his masculinity. Kn...
I stood there, in front of the still-wet painting. It gripped me, pulled me in, made me tingle, feel on edge. I wanted it; I wanted to be it. I wasn't it yet. The painting was of me, but it somehow was more alive, more aroused, nearer the pinnacle. I could see it everywhere, mostly in the eyes, I thought. They were so alive, so satisfied and . . . completed....
As soon as Roger walked through the saloon-style doors, Kent reached for a glass. He'd never before seen a man in such need of a drink. If the dark rings under his brown eyes weren't enough, his incorrectly buttoned-up shirt and mop of dishevelled brown hair clearly used to more attention than it was currently getting were a clear indication that Roger was...
The guy's profile said, "One specific kink. I'm seriously into it, but I'll enjoy pretty much anything." "One Specific Kink" I'm always curious about what it is. There's certain things I won't touch, but you won't know until you try, right? My first few messages were the typical warmup back-and-forth, what's going on, where you at, how's it going...blah bl...
One of the things that I love about running my speedo fetish sites is getting the chance to meet (online and in person) members who share my speedo fetish. When I started it all way back, I honestly thought I was the only one and that I was weird. Here is an email I received that week which was pretty hot. I'm keen to hear how you would answer the question...
Maybe it was how free the young waiter was with the boisterous crowd on Saturday afternoon in the Rothenburg, Germany, bierstübe—beerhall—with him touching the men and them touching him and patting his biceps, chest, and bottom as he passed, swinging up to six full beer steins in his hands without losing a drop of lager. The array of steins looked almost as...
This story was told to me by a friend who insists it is mostly true. Mostly! He highly recommends trying this if you have not done so already. * When I was 16 years old, my mother said to me; and I quote "I hope the devil feeds off your flesh himself and you spend an eternity suffering in the flames of Hell." This was her response when I told her I was gay...
The steady hum of the aeroplane's engine was soothing as I settled under my blanket and shut my eyes in that semi relaxed state before sleep. The lights had been lowered for the passengers to settle for the eleven hour flight and apart from the odd flicker of the in-flight DVD players on the back of seats, all was very peaceful and quiet. This was the sta...
Note: I am the original author of the story on furaffinity under the author/pen name Crimsonskies455 and Dog455 on sofurry. With some tweaks, I have made this story palatable for literotica. * The steaming hiss of shower water filled the locker room as a lone male stood underneath one of the many heads that dotted the locker room. His skin was a dark tan...