Last summer I decided to work the local mall shoe store for some extra cash for my fall semester at the community college. Working in two person shifts, actually is quite boring. The majority of the people coming in are just browsing. So basically, you wait on people hand and foot, no pun intended, for nothing. Every so often I would meet somebody interes...
After graduating from college in Pennsylvania, I moved to Boston for my first full-time job. It was a little harder to make friends in a new city than I expected, and I found myself spending a lot of time in online chatrooms. Now that I was in my 'adult' life, one of the things I missed the most about college was: in college it was so common to see naked guy...
The barber's hands are quick and sure, sending dustings of red hair down the cutting cape tied around Richie's neck. "And there you are, sir," says Tom, twirling his scissors with a flourish. He holds up a little square mirror. "How's the back look?" Richie squirms as Tom spins him in his chair, prickly hair trickling down the back of his shirt. Even the w...
Chapter 1 -- Fantasy Football My name is Ted and I run a fantasy football league with some friends of mine back in my college days and a few new people we added for a 20-team league. We meet every year for our face-to-face draft. There is no money involved, just a bunch of guys having fun. We are all very competitive and research the players, smack talk, an...
I was just home from work and jumped in the shower. I was going to make a little dinner for myself once I rinsed off. Looking forward to a night of television and video games. I could entertain myself easily for the evening. Dad had a cocktail party for work later this evening, leaving me to my own devices... Or so I thought. I had just dried off when he wal...
I was walking around the pond by my house. The sun was shining and it was a very hot day. As I came over the bridge I noticed my school's soccer team was practicing at the soccer fields. There were about 25 of them , all hot and sweaty. But I only cared about one of them. Jason Little was running across the field to get a drink of water as I sat down on one...
April, 2015 Dirk performed his dumbbell curls deliberately and methodically while he stood next to the mirror. He closely watched the way his chiseled biceps strained against his tanned skin. The veins in his arms stood out conspicuously, as he continued to pump blood, into his muscular arms. I could see droplets of sweat trickle down his massive pecs and t...
I'm eighteen years old. I'm alone in my room. I'm naked and I'm bored. School's out and I'm looking forward to a boring long summer. So, of course I'm jacking off my six inch cut dick. Again. I've shot off two loads already. Mom and Dad are both gone for the week, taking a well-earned camping trip. I declined. I'm just not into the rugged outdoor roug...
This story is fictitious. Any similarity to any persons living or dead is purely coincidental. I am a man, in my 40s and I’m very happily married to my wife Joan. My name is Jim. We’ve been married for 15 years now and have two boys, ages 8 and 10. I’m an insurance agent and have my own business. Joan works at city hall as a clerk. We’re very much involved...
Note: This story contains BDSM themes. It was edited by Naughty_Penpal; thank you for your work! Comments are always appreciated! * Billy woke up alone the next morning. He slid over to the empty spot beside him and sniffed the duvet, catching a faint trace of his Master's scent. He spent some time idly rolling around, then eventually got up. Master Xen...