Michael was a 40 yo man who stumbled across an app designed especially for those with kinky interests. He located a profile that peaked his interests. Mr. S was 71, 6'5, stocky, hairy chest, hairy back which was silver/white. In his profile pic, he wore a leather harness, leather jock strap, and leather hood and held a paddle in one hand and flogger in the o...
Out In the Open Nick and Matthew didn't wake up until the afternoon. By then, Matt had convinced Nick to stay a bit longer, and the beach hunk tempted him into it by making lunch for the two of them—dressed in literally nothing but an apron. They ate some pasta together and then stayed in Matt's room, playing Madden 15 in their underwear. For the first tim...
The car pulled into Scott's driveway and the two men walked into the empty home, Scott's hand around John's waist. This was uncharted territory for both of them, as Scott was not typically this handsy or affectionate with John. But this was his birthday gift and he wanted to take advantage of the situation as much as possible, delighting in making his mascul...
Author's note: This story is very loosely based on a true reminiscence I found posted on the Net. My apologies to the anonymous author of the original whom I cannot acknowledge by name. KN * Years ago, I had a job that kept me on the road a lot. Sometimes I had to share a room. On one trip I went with Ethan, who had been at the company only a few months. W...
My name is Brian im 18 yrs old and can’t get enough sex. It all started out in high school being in the locker room with other naked, sweaty guys. I would always see all the sweaty guys changing in front of me. I couldn’t help but get horny. It was the same thing everyday, after gym class we would head to the locker room and hit the showers. I would all way...
Tuesday September 14, 1988 10:55 pm Here I Go Again. Oh God oh fuck oh God. The locker room. Today. I still can't fucking believe it, my hands are shaking so bad I almost can't write this. Coach was really pissed because we had such a bad practice. Mostly he was pissed at Travis and me because we kept screwing up the snaps. I was too distracted knowing h...
Mason's House - Mason and Tyler Part Two I wake up not to a blaring alarm clock but to the presence of something warm and heavy pressing up against my puck. I'm laying on my side and I see a tan, very defined, veiny arm wrapped around my torso. My brain immediately goes to Brad as I start imagining his purple cockhead dripping with precum, just leaking...
Bryce's left hand was groping against the tile wall, looking for something stable to grab onto as he felt every muscle start to tense up. "I've got to cum. I NEED to cum. FUCK I want to shoot my cum!" His eyes were closed tight. His mouth gaped open in a silent scream of pleasure and ecstasy. But just before he released his seed, Bryce looked down at his coc...
The pickup basketball game at the dorm ran late and I had to get out to the polo field lickety-split or I'd miss the start of practice. So, I stripped off my T and used it to dry off my chest and pits, tossed it in the backseat of the trusty vintage T-Bird convertible, and roared off toward the mountains, toward the practice field at the Moss Grove winery in...
A black leather gloved hand crawls like a spider up my leg, leaving in it's wake a trail of tingling flesh. It lingers to caress the muscles of my inside thigh before a single leather finger slips between my ass cheeks, stealing softly towards my asshole. A dark figure leans in close, his hot breath scorches my skin as he whispers, "Who owns your ass?" My...