Jason worked in the reception now of a large hotel in Torbay. As he does shift work we are able to see a lot more of each other which is ideal, because my shifts usually correspond with his. I am still busy doing my market stall bit on a Wednesday and Saturday which keep me financed all week long. Jason wants me to live with him I know that, He keeps passi...
It was late November in the school year, right before Thanksgiving weekend, and I walked down the hallway to my last period of the day after lunch, it was P.E, of course, and it was actually one of my favorite classes for a reason. I was a senior in high school. I was never a small student for their my age though; I was 18 years old, 6'2", 250 pounds, with s...
It's odd but strangely compelling to watch your own son masturbating right there in front of you. I was fascinated to see how different his technique was from my own - his hand seemed so much more frantic and his fingers more agile - while marvelling at so many physical similarities between us. His cock was ever so slightly bigger than mine, but other than...
I looked over at Dave from my vantage point on the bench, my locker door hanging open, my hand poised to close it. "So, did coach tell you what he'd do?" I asked. Dave stood naked at the opening to the shower room a few feet away from me. I couldn't help but notice his slim form, perfect in my eyes, hairless except for the patch of curly blonde hair above h...
Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong === The restaurant seemed a lot more expensive than those I was used to: it certainly wouldn't have been the sort of place I'd have picked if given the choice. The starters alone cost more than I would usually be prepared to pay for a whole meal, and I didn't regard myself as a tight-arse – well...
Jason had left my house, and a very special gift for me to remember him by. Although his stinky underwear and socks were sufficient, he left his phone number as well. This meant that he wanted to see me again. And of course I wanted to see him. I quickly picked up my phone and entered in his number. I texted him: Me: Jason. Hey! It's me, Cody. He didn'...
Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong === As I lay in Debbie's bed, listening to the sounds of her sleeping, I thought about the sex we'd just had. Parts of it had been nice, I mused, but perhaps that was because I'd abstained for so long from being in a woman's bed. It had certainly been a treat to climax inside a woman after all...
It was a matter of possessiveness. Yeah, animalistic maybe. But I couldn't help myself. Not after being this close to you. So I took a chance. Somehow I always liked being near you, before this thing turned into an obsession, I knew that fact. It wasn't unusual for me to stand close to you. What was unusual was for me to lean in and smell you. The smell of...
I have been best friends with Calvin since we were children. We fit together like two puzzle pieces, him being more assertive and me needing someone to tell me what we were going to do that day. He sometimes picked on me, but I always let it slide because of how close we were. We did everything together. As time went on, Calvin developed a condition in mid...
Note: All persons in this story are over the age of 18. Enjoy. ***** I sit here on my bed, precum dripping from my dick, waiting for my boyfriend to return from his weekend trip. He's only been gone a couple of days, but already my body is yearning to feel his hungry, uncut cock. Since I haven't bottomed for him in a while, I'm sure he will be especially...