I was barely out of my teens when I met "Big Jim." I was an innocent boy with a great ass, he was a leather top-man with an extra large cock. He introduced me to his collection of butt plugs and dildos of various shapes and sizes. He used them to stretch open my tight boy butt so he could fuck the hell out of me with his oversized cock. He also introduced me...
I am a landscape gardener. It's hard work that involves long days of manual labour. One of the benefits is that I can take a day off whenever I feel like it. If I wake up horny l sip my morning coffee while checking out the latest internet pornography. If I don't relieve my aching cock at my desk I can devote the day to the pursuit of pleasure. If the weath...
Marshall found himself transfixed by the sight before him—Lee's perfect pucker. Generally it was Lee who feasted on Marshall's hole, but when Lee was in the mood, he allowed Marshall the privilege of tasting him there. "Come on, buttercup, I don't have all night." Marshall knew Lee was only teasing. He glanced up to see that slow, lazy smile that went st...
Clinton Malone and I had been best friends since middle school. We grew up next door to each other, so if we weren't with each other at my house we were over at his. Naturally, he got to know my family and I got to know his. That's how i knew Allan, he was Clinton's dad. I don't know if anyone could have been a better friend to me than Clinton, but Allan Mal...
Jacob let his pen roll across his desk without stopping it. He didn't care enough to grab it. He was bored beyond words as he waited for the day to attempt to entertain him. The small ballpoint making its short lived escape was the most action he had experienced all morning. Mentally drifting to other activities that he could be engaged in a soft smile cross...
*All names have been changed to protect the innocent, namely me. * "…W-what?" "I said," he began, that fuckin' lopsided grin of his slowly and, oh, so seductively, turning into a sneer. "I know you like me." "I-- heh, Walking Wet Dream, come on now," I stammered, the heat from the embarrassment of being found out creeping up my face at an awfully...
"Uhhh," he twists, turns and moans in his fitful sleep, groaning as he slowly awakens from the night's erratic slumber. His sweat soaks through the cotton sheets from his spastic somatic sleep, fighting his nightly battle with the angry sandman, as he does not want to awaken to the new day and the reality that comes with it. He rolls over on his back, brin...
Massage. A new experience for me. I am lying there on my stomach being kneaded by strong hands, with a tiny little towel doubled folded and laid over my ass. The masseur is a sun tanned body builder type who also has a little towel wrapped around his waste. He has a very hot body of course and is the sort of man every woman wants to fuck. He is slowly rubbi...
This story actually has two different versions: a gay version between two men and a lesbian version between two women. Since there are categories for each, I thought I would write a version for each. This is the gay version. Mark Jenkins lay back on his bunk staring up at the bunk above him. He was working on the second half of a 25-year sentence for killi...
The first time I met Noah Redflower I'd assumed he was a volunteer. He sat on the front steps of the memorial prison hospice clinic, wrapped in a blanket despite the South Dakota afternoon heat. He was young, tan, with the typical long hair of a Lakota native. "I'm Marc," I said, holding out my hand. I had a black eye and a swollen cheek, part of the reason...