A sequel to Beach Trips & Road Head After an hour or so of awkward silence interspersed with glances I couldn't quite read, Chad finally turned on the radio. Sounds of classic rock filled the moving car, making it slightly less awkward. I toyed with my empty Dr Pepper bottle, wishing I had another. I didn't want to stop again, having lost 40 minutes to our...
Uncomfortably Full / Agonizingly Empty I paced in circles, naked in a worn-out motel. The room was old and dingy and the furniture was chipped and tired. I squished my toes in the carpet, an old 1970's style brown shag carpet. It was dirty and matted with age. It stuck to my bare feet as I stepped. I tried desperately to ignore that pit in my stomach. My g...
One day a young handsome, 6 foot, dark haired man knocked on my front door wearing nothing more than a tee shirt and tan shorts asking if I was the local nude photographer. Looking past this young man to see who was with him and seeing no one, I replied yes and would he like to make an appointment for his woman? He smiled and said yes that would be nice but...
It seems like more and more organisations have jumped on the bandwagon of producing 'sexy' calendars nowadays to make money or raise funds. It started with guys like the Chippendales all those years ago and gained in popularity with the Women's Institute hiding their saggy boobs behind flower arrangements or home baking. Our swim club was never one to not j...
I was obviously nervous after Rob had shot his wad in my mouth, due to the increasingly submissive position I was finding myself in. But part of me figured, he’d be a bit easier on me, given that he had received a blowjob from a guy, and certainly that was something he’d want to keep secret. I barely even saw him the day after I’d had him in my mouth. I kin...
This is intended to be the first of a series of short stories inspired by explicit Victorian pornography photographs. This story includes intimate natural smells, mutual male sexual activity and an open approach to natural bodily functions - if any of this doesn't sound like it's for you, read no further. If this excites you, let me know what you think of my...
Zamuel couldn't wash away the bitter taste of Tulis' sperm no matter how much he washed his mouth with water and was set up to endure it for the ceremony when he went up a set of marble stairs as loud clacks of someone running in heels came from behind. "Hey, wait!" He stopped and turned to see a curvaceous femboy in stockings, red high heels, a loose rose...
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...
"Oh my...I thought you were a vampire!! I mean, I didn't rationally think that you were a vampire, but I had convinced myself that you are." He laughed quietly, then covered his rose-colored lips with a slender hand. I fought the urge to ask him to open his mouth again so I could hunt for unusually pointy teeth. He caught me looking at him, and his eyes gli...
Waking up around 8am, the first thing I did was to enjoy several hits of the sticky black hash purchased yesterday, followed by taking a luxuriously hot shower. Back in the room, I took stock of, then resorted my supplies. Which included condoms, joints, cash, poppers, and a variety of maps. The weather was grey, but dry and not too cold for late October -...