Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** It was March of this year in Dublin Ireland, I decided to take an impromptu vacation to the island, but lacked the funds necessary for an adequate AirBNB, so I decided to try something I never did before... Stay in a hostel. I booked a male only room that housed up to 8 gu...
You know those people who are just not very good friends with deodorant? You run into them once in a while, maybe in a crowd, or on public transport - bonus points if it's on a hot day. Most people react to that by being disgusted, and honestly, I get that. Never have I thought that the smell of a sweaty man can be anything else but off-putting. That is unti...
Colt is starting to sweat so much that he's pretty sure no amount of dry cleaning is going to get the stains out of his shirt. Curse of being well dressed, and singing practically non-stop for an hour and a half. But practice makes perfect, and Colt isn't about to give up on aiming for perfect. Well. Really, really good at least. With the studio recital com...
My lean, athletic frame reflected in the mirror and I admired the smooth, muscled physique. Running my hands over the skin, I flexed to feel the twitching under my touch. I always enjoyed my body...it was a tool...a toy...that gave me sexual pleasure and satisfaction. But more importantly, I was thinking about Eric and how he would kneel at my feet, sucking...
Thanks to LarryInSeattle for editing. Unfortunately, even he can't keep me from accidentally posting with the language set as Spanish. Oops. I wish I could write in Spanish. Enjoy. ============= My dick is three-quarters hard before the window is halfway down. Lucky for me, or maybe not so lucky for me, there's no one behind me. I take my foot off the ga...
I stood outside my arranged meet's front door, waiting for what seemed like a mini eternity before I heard the slow footsteps approaching from inside. I would later realise, with a clearer head, it was only a few seconds on that doorstep, but the butterflies fluttering in my stomach have the effect of stretching out time far beyond that of reality. "Hey son...
Sometimes at night when I can't sleep, I sneak out and take a long, leisurely walk around the block. As of late, my friend Derick has joined me on several occasions. He and I became friends not long after I arrived here from Brazil. He finds it hard to sleep too, and we enjoy each other's company. He has shown me some nice parts to this land, and tonight, he...
I had a hazy memory of getting into the passenger side of my Barracuda, the old bucket seat harder than my driver seat. I felt my shirtless back, sweaty in the cold air, stick to the leather. I handed Lan my wallet. He asked me if I still lived where my license said. I nodded. God, my car was awesome. 424 engine with the raised inflow in the hood. Fresh sme...
The door creaks open and my ears perk up, rear wiggling back and forth as it opens further and he walks in, stripping his jacket off and kneeling down. I pounce, barking and licking his face eagerly. He laughs, letting it go on for a few minutes before gently pushing me off. "Down, puppy. Yes, yes, I know you're excited to see me; I'm glad to see you too....
The clubhouse at my apartment complex has a well-equipped gym as well as an outdoor pool and shower facility. Strangely, these amenities are rarely taken advantage of by the people who live in the apartments. As it is, the sign-in sheet at the clubhouse routinely lasts for three months before it has been filled up and even then few signatures except mine ar...