This is a work of fiction. All persons are intended to be age 18 and above. --- MARATHON RIMATHON Have I mentioned I take a walk every morning? Of course I have. How else could I have enjoyed that hot kitchen floor blowjob with the married man who lived along the way ("Taking Care of Hubby"). You may remember he moved right after our encounter. Well,...
My wife's youngest brother is a great kid...well, man actually. He is in his senior year at College. He's been an athlete his whole life, and even now competes in football (American) at the Division III level. Aside from being a really good guy, he's also hot, and I mean smoking-fucking-hot! He's even made a little side money as a male model in some local pu...
I've put this story in the gay male category, but none of the characters define themselves as gay. Its about a bunch of straight(ish) British lads on a typical boozy holiday, and the kind of antics they get up to. Like my other stories it focusses on intimate smells and bottoms, so if this isn't for you stop reading. I plan to continue this series so if you...
Steve toweled himself off after his shower. The bathroom was hot, steamy, and dimly lit, but mirror was clear enough to see his reflection - he wasn't that tall, a few inches under six feet, and he had a lean build with decent muscle tone, not bulky, but defined. He liked being smaller and lighter. At 26-years-old, Steve thought he looked all right! It stil...
I slowly opened my eyes, remembering what had just happened over the past 24 hours, I woke up looked at the time, it was just before 7 pm. Earlier I had decided to start getting ready for my date with Paul and John around 7:30 so I got out of bed to get started. I was going to start with a shower and because I had a bit of extra time decided to take off my b...
***** 3 **** He is taken by surprise. Suddenly the dark room is filled with laughing naked men. He is pinned to the floor with his chest down and his arms and legs spread out as if restrained on a torturer's wheel. He feels four hands on each limb and quickly calculates that eight strong men with sixteen five fingered tentacles are holding him in place. The...
I was at the end of the boardwalk about 4:15 the next afternoon. I saw Harold walking up the beach with another man. He looked younger than Harold, so I guessed that it must be his friend. He was in his mid-to-late forties, a little shorter than Harold, weighing in at, I'd say around 170, slender built. He had slightly balding blond hair, moustache and goate...
I was staying in a condo, sharing it with a co-worker during the summer of 1996. He had gone golfing and I wanted to work on my tan. I had brought various bathing suits with me, including several thongs. Thongs, especially on males, were not worn on the main beach, so I put on a gray thong and pulled on a pair of shorts over them. Taking my beach towel and a...
I continue to slam my face down into his course hairs. The massive spear rams down my throat as far as I can make it go, then I pull my head back, allow my tongue to run the entire length of his throbbing dick. The shear volume of spit that has escaped my lips drips down dad's pubes, it glistens on his large inflated ball sack. I ram my face down again, cho...
Eric had just come in through the screened side door to the lanai after mowing the front yard. He'd removed his sweaty workclothes and now turned under the lanai shower in the nude. The shower water was tepid but relative to the late-morning summer heat it felt positively refreshing. So refreshing, in fact, it was giving Eric a hard-on. From a short distanc...