During the summer of '82 I just turned 20 and lived right by the toll-way truck stop in a suburb of Chicago. I would frequent the truck stop restrooms and the drivers in their trucks on a fairly regular basis in the evenings when I was horny and in need of some cock. One warm summer evening I dressed in a pair of red flimsy running shorts, the kind that had...
Daddy slowly unbound Casey's restraints, freeing the boy's hands and feet. Casey rubbed his hands over his chest, then began to lick his fingers, sucking the cum off each one. Daddy pointed the camera at him. The boy placed his feet on Daddy's chest and then carefully brought one foot down to Daddy's cock. He softly teased him, feeling Daddy's girth through...
Written by: Bi.A.Piggy Reposted from other sites Standard Rules and licensing applies. This story comes from the depths of my mind. I am not a professional writer just someone who like to put the dirty ideas in his head online for others to enjoy. I don't care if you don't like my style. If you don't like what you're reading, close the window and read so...
8=> 8=> 8=> 8=> 8=> "My lovely assistant, Joy, will now demonstrate that the cabinet does not contain any hidden devices." The light from the overhead spotlights glittered in the light-blue sequins covering the short blond's torso, arms and legs; only his head, hands, crotch, the bottoms of his feet and the inner curve of his ass-cheeks weren't covered in...
BEEP BEEP! A honk sounded from the road and I jumped, startled by the sudden noise. "Fuck," I swore, stuffing my spare clothes into my beach bag and hurrying to the door to slide on pink flip-flops. They were my sister's, not mine, but she said I could borrow them as long as I was going to the beach. I figured real men wear pink so hopefully they didn't ea...
This is a fictional story. All characters are adults well over the age of consent. This situation did not happen to me although I wish it had... * It was a hot summer. The kind of heat that makes you avoid the middle of the day and rethink your approach to life. My normal summer routine was to get up early, go for a run, work in my home office until 5 or 6...
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...
Note: This story is a spiritual sequel to "Blowjobs for Beers," the first in a multi-story series. I suggest reading that before reading this. Readers of both will quickly recognize the change in perspective from third-person in the first story to first-person in the second. I felt like the sequel lent itself better to first-person so I decided to make the s...
"Night Hon." Lani kissed Mike, her husband on the check. It wasn't a passionate kiss just a friendly kiss goodnight. With a toss of her blonde hair and a flip of her hand, she acknowledged the other three men seated at the table. "Nice ass." Troy called to her retreating backside. Without turning, she flipped him the bird. "Don't make any offers, Babe. He...
Authors note: This story is all based on fact and events that have occurred. My play buddy is gone for the summer, doing volunteer work at a National Park. It will be the end of summer before once again we're rolling on his bed and I give him the pleasure he demands. We're both in our 70s and are small in the "man parts" area. Dear Paul, Just looking at pi...