Don was having a nice dream, fantastic even. He and Claire were at the summer cottage and the evening was cool. Don stretched across the four poster bed. Claire smiled, kneeling between his legs. Her soiled blue satin panties wrapped about his tall shaft and humid balls. "Like that baby? They have my scent just for you. God I've never felt you harder. Big s...
Don had a clear view of Tom through the tent's netting. He moved about the small campfire to adjust a misbehaving log. The best part was, Tom naked as a jaybird. He looked rather like an Indian with bare feet and his bronzed back glistening from the flames. Don studied his best friend. There wasn't an ounce of fat on the muscular, ripped man with long wavy b...
After our victorious match against The Cock Inn, the team played South End Harriers, who beat us 5-0 in a pre-season friendly. They were unbeaten so far in the league season and had clearly marked us down as a guaranteed three points but Dmitri scored the winner in a 2-1 win. I felt imperious as my dick slid past the lips of the smarmy sod who forced me to f...
I had retired from the Army just over a year ago after having served 25 years as an MP. While I still wore a buzz cut although what was left of my hair was now salt and pepper gray. I was in my mid-forties and still in pretty good shape at six foot six and 240 pounds. I had just finished a five mile run and was sipping coffee from a thermos at one of the pi...
As a young man, I had discovered many men went to public restrooms and masturbated while other men watched. Often times this was done through peep holes in the walls separating the stalls. Older restrooms would not have doors to the stalls. Sometimes men would masturbate at the urinals. I knew some men would play with another man's penis, either jacking him...
It had been a long time since I had had any man to man contact. I was craving it, or better said I needed it. I went online and started perusing the posts. Sometimes I pleasured myself just reading the guys for guys posts, especially the ones with hot pictures. Today I thought I'd probably take the same route. However, a post caught my eye. "I love the pas...
A word to the wise: This is a work of complete fiction. Never happened in real life. I don't condone rape. This is a fantasy about a young (straight) man who is pleasured against his will. If you have a problem with this (in fantasy as well as in real life) then I suggest you stop reading here and now. Please know that emails sent about the content of t...
I never knew his name; our hosts never told us. Neither did I know where they found him. He wasn't the first young man which the posse of imperious dominants had provided for the entertainment and he wouldn't be the last. The submissive character and accommodating nature of the sluts which brightened these parties always entranced me. They loved to serve; t...
The second game of the campaign was another away match: our opponents took the name of and played in the grounds of a pub called The Cock Inn, which given the activities of the previous few matches could have been seen as a bit of an omen. It was the first week of September and my defensive centre-back pointed to me in training, that as we lost our last fou...
This happened maybe a week after I turned 18. My father had died when I was young and my cousin Alex and I became nearly inseparable. It was more like we were brothers than cousins. Because he was a year older he was my mentor and my go to person for things I didn't understand. Mostly my questions were about girls and sex. He told me about a friend he'd met...