I tried to turn the crotch of my gym shorts away from Mister G's gaze but he gruffly barked, "Stop squirming boy and get on with it!" My left hand went to cover my crotch but he shoved it away. There was nothing I could do to relieve the embarrassment I felt from the older man's lust-fueled eyes staring at my boner poking out the nylon material of the short...
Mark was the picturesque example of a family man. Good father of two teens, a hardworking provider and faithful husband of 22 years. He never cheated on his wife once although he had his opportunities. Although he was a handsome man and in great physical shape for a 41-year-old, he never once went behind his wife's back although he had been propositioned a c...
I'm dressed in my 'Fuck me' backless platform pink six inch high heels, and nothing else, having stripped off the denim Daisy Duke cut offs, the sweatshirt and even the white string thong that was holding in my butt plug. I'm all made up with long lashes, mascara, and pink lipstick, whispering in my white bosses ear to please fuck me. I had previously been...
Hey All, continuing my series based around my early 20's... Thought I'd get it all written out before I hit my 30's. ;) Most of the chronicles I'll be releasing are based on real-life experience as I explored my sexual urges with other men. Again, feedback on writing is enjoyed! I love some constructive criticism. ***** After that last took up with the bl...
Heidi had a good life here in Southern California. At the age of forty-three, she had a good job and a lovely house. Living in the city of Arcadia was almost the equivalent of an island paradise. She had friendly neighbors who reminded her why she stayed in such a quiet and clean suburban community. They were good people, the kind that never overstayed their...
What was I doing here? Here I was, late on a Friday night, sitting in a bathroom stall in the basement of a men's dorm at the local college. I was sitting there with my pants around my ankles as if I was using the toilet for it's intended purpose, but really I was just slowly stroking my cock. I had chosen this particular bathroom after reading about it on a...
I woke up the next morning, naked, with a hardon and the need to piss like a racehorse. I rolled over to look for Scott, but he was gone. I hadn't heard him leave. I quietly got out of bed and went in the small bathroom attached to Scott's bedroom loft and sat on the toilet to pee. I thought about our day together yesterday. Scott and I were best friends...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Disclaimer: This story features unprotected sex between multiple people. In real life I promote safe sex but I have included it as a stylistic choice in this work of fiction. ***** The midday sun was beating down on us hard. Each man was positioned and focused, his task clear. T...
The Bathroom I work for many different clients in quite a variety of venues all over north Texas. I had a weeks worth of work in the Dallas area at one of the local hotels. While there I noticed that one of the bathrooms on the lobby level had a huge closet like bathroom in it. It had a real door with slats in it for real privacy. There was also some music...
My alarm woke me. My hand was holding my balls supporting a raging boner. I slid outta bed and did some warm ups; I needed to run. I stuck my head out, looked out the hallway window at the flat grey skies, no rain. My boner hadn't eased. As I pulled on running shorts and socks my head was foggy; I felt a rejection of the fears of last nights. I remembered ho...