...he's out of town until... "Late Saturday evening while out getting the mail,Fred, drove by honked and waved. He's back!! Well whats going to be up? Maybe me soon? Nope, quiet evening and night. Sunday,I decided to scrub and power wash the house. Got everything all set up, ready to go about 10 a.m. I, hear footsteps and Fred, says.. "need a helping hand...
Finn carefully pressed his nose against Kyle's size twelve foot and inhaled deeply. The stench was insane. Day after day Kyle's feet had gone unwashed. Craddled by the same sweaty sneakers, that Kyle wore everyday to the gym. The same shoes that absorbed all the ripe sweat from Kyle's feet, and the sweat that had trickled down his muscular legs as he worked...
Snow was falling but I could barely see anything that was happening in the outside world through the steam on the windows of my bedroom. My mind wandered to those moments back in the living room when Miles, Brandon and I were talking and drinking just after they had wandered in out of the snowstorm raging outside. I have to admit, I had been jealous of Br...
Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong === A few months after Linda had left me, when it was becoming clear even to me that my ex-wife wasn't coming back, I'd signed up to become a member of a couple of online dating sites in the hope that I might yet meet my soul mate. The endeavour had proven largely fruitless as the women who resp...
Roger woke up one day and suddenly he was a 42 years old, boring, fat and stressed man, recently divorced and with a rebel 17 years old son that barely treats him as his father. Roger didn't know what life has done to his youthful, proud and cheerful spirit or his strong and great physic. That morning he just couldn't stop watching his face and body at the m...
Stefan's feet were pretty big, a given for most athletes. The professor could tell they reeked, just from looking at them. Stefan sat on the couch and ran his fingers over his feet. Bringing his fingers to his nose, Stefan inhaled the filthy odour on his fingers. 'I never realised how ripe my feet are before,' said Stefan 'but they're exactly how you like...
This is not a story in the traditional sense. There is no plot, there is only a small hint at the end about motivation and that there is a wider story. It is a description of a sexual event. It was inspired by seeing some photos on a blog about sex between men of disparate sizes. It is told from the perspective of the small guy. Naked. Face down. Flat on...
It was the day I had to fly to Buffalo and I was a little bit uncomfortable. Ron and Gary had given me a going away party the night before and invited Johnson and Ken, the parole duo and the massive dicked tattoo guy who did their ink. Which meant that they had run a train, all night long, on my now bruised and throbbing asshole. My jaw felt like it was di...
"Hurry up!" Emma urged me. Sunlight flickered through her tousled blonde hair and gleamed on the tan curves of her body as she backed along the beach. Her bare boobs jiggled as she moved, but her orange bikini bottom was still resolutely tied at her waist with its string in a careless loop. She had a towel under her arm like this was going to be a long excur...
Back in 1973 I was a nineteen-year old English University student learning about bondage and discipline. I'd spent the night with Gary, an older man who'd shown me how to suck and fuck for the first time. "Hey, wakey-wakey, it's nine o'clock already and my cock can't wait any longer. Roll over so I can get the cuffs back on." I was groggy and disoriented,...