Something about the sheer dress socks made Charles nervous. He was at his bed, fully dressed in his best three-piece suit, lush paisley tie knotted around his crisp cutaway collar, grosgrain braces to match, silk handkerchief spilling out of his breast pocket, glittering cufflinks--the whole nine yards. But he saved the sheer socks for last. It was the way...
Authored by Thomas Stevenson and Southern Suitor. ***** "Are those new shoes?" It was the man Tommy always noticed at the bus stop. The one who always had his tie in an immaculate double windsor, a gleaming fist of silk around his neck, sharp lapels and waistcoat, crisp French cuffs and cufflinks with gleaming patent leather shoes like angular black mirror...
The sole of Will's gleaming patent dress shoes crunched on some discarded condom wrappers in the parking lot. The elegantly dressed young pre-law student checked the message he got from that daddy last night. This had to be it, right? The best and oldest cruising stop in the area? A run-down truck stop with a busted sign, dingy yellow lights, with one or two...
THANKS: To Robert, goamz86 and MAB7991 for editing. ***** Sometime after ten o'clock, following a late administrator's meeting about next year's school year, I pulled into a truck stop that I drove past every day but had never stopped at and went directly to the restroom...barely able to keep from pissing myself...still half an hour from home. I walked...
"That suit makes u a horny little lad, doesn't it?" It was another text from Mr Matthews. Thomas was out at a bar with his co-workers, and he'd just sent Mr Matthews a picture of what he was wearing: a fine navy pinstripe three piece suit with a bright pink and blue striped tie and a lavish pocket square spilling out of his breast pocket. So Thomas texted...
"Gotta go, this is my stop." Philip fired off a farewell text to his friend as he got up, shoving his thick, hairy, tan feet into his flip flops. He didn't bother adjusting his singlet, which continued its slide down one of his muscular shoulders, slouching halfway down one side of his beefy rugger's physique. A dusting of reddish chest hair made a thin "t"...
It was a steamy, smoke-filled night at Hernando's, and I and the other two guys had been dancing to the music on the small stage for twenty minutes. I was already down to the ten-gallon hat, the pinto pony vest, the cowboy boots, and the low-slung belt and six-gun holsters with the even lower slung eight-inch gun swinging in between and nothing else on when...
You greet me in your 3pc pinstripe suit, as I walk into your office, showing me to a seat in front of your desk, you perch on the edge of your desk pulling up a trouser leg as you do, revealing a ribbed sheer silk sock clad ankle. You start your questioning of me, however I can't take my eyes of this gorgeous man in front of me, are you teasing me? As you...
I tugged on the lapel of the suit and looked around the deserted reception room, admittedly a bit nervously. I felt quite alone here. The receptionist had checked me in, made a call, told me to take a seat, picked up her purse, and was gone. An end-of the day job interview appointment. I adjusted the knot on my tie and smoothed down my hair. I moved the heel...
This is a multi part story that contains MM, MF, and MMF sex. * Background; Firstly, let me introduce myself, I'm Alex a mid 40's Entrepreneur based in Glasgow, I run a very successful property development company, which has recently moved into new offices within a renovated and extended 1920's 3 storey Art Deco Building. My company owns the building, whi...