He's pulling up. Hoping he's not ugly and has some class. This isn't a hot date or anything but meeting him for the first time I can't help but to wonder if we'll like this. I hope so. I'm horny. And if his cock is nice as he advertised then we'll be a-ok. Make him pull up to a house around the corner. I'm sure he's curious more than I am as he waits for...
I woke up a bit before sunrise and climbed down the ladder of my bunk bed. My roommate laid sleeping in the bottom bunk next to my wife. I looked at myself in the mirror on the wall. My middle-aged body was still in good shape. The legs, ass, and chest were well shaved to provide a clear view of my smooth white skin. So was my face. My neatly trimmed bush lo...
"I'm sorry." "Don't be." "I should've..." "Did you hear me?" Carson looked up at Mr. Armisen, propped up in the hospital bed of the emergency room. After four hours, two X-rays, and sixteen stitches, he still looked pretty banged up. It could've been sexy, looking like he had survived a bar fight. But Carson couldn't look him in the eye. He just felt a p...
Chapter Two -- Not A Virgin-Virgin If he had been asked, Aidan would have had a hard time explaining why he was so keen on using Heathcliff Stone as JO material. It made him feel a bit ashamed. With so much gay porn to use for that particular purpose, singling out a guy who wasn't even in that industry was sort of fucked up. Aidan could not clearly explain...
"C'mon man, I'm tired, I'm sweaty, and I smell, let me take a shower first." I say, feebly fighting off your wandering hands after seeing me come back inside from a jog in some red gym shorts and a sweat-soaked T-shirt. The fitted fabric clings to my still-heaving chest while my thighs tense and relax back to normal, make my butt jiggle ever-so slightly. You...
"Auburn and curly, you say?" "Yes," I answer after a moment, after the directness and shock had dissipated, both embarrassed and being turned on—but trying just to convey the embarrassed part. I'd played tennis with our new, young neighbor, and, the day being hot and wanting to be friendly to the new guy on the block, I'd readily agreed to go home with him...
His name was Aaron, well at least that is what he told me to call him as he was making sure my hands were firmly handcuffed to the bedstead above my head. I swore at him and he laughed, a gentle laugh, his vivid blue eyes taking in my discomfort and anger. "I'm sorry about this," he said in what I can only describe as an easy going voice, "But you were in...
Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong === Jake mentioned over tea that the drama department at his college was looking for someone to help out with the Christmas pantomime. It was still early November but rehearsals were already underway. "I didn't think you were interested in drama, Jake." "I'm not actually in it," he replied, th...
The doorbell rang. Terry waited a few seconds to see if his mother would answer the door, but he heard nothing. No footsteps, no sound of the door opening—nothing. She must have gone out without saying anything to him. With a sigh of resignation he muted the TV, and tossing the remote on the seat of the recliner, he went to the door and yanked it open. Gav...
His eyes are bright and blue, glasses sliding down his nose and he yips and noses at my cheek. His tongue slips out and licks my cheek, grinning a decidedly dog-like grin at me. "Silly puppy," I murmur, hand snaking into his hair, twining a few strands around my fingers and he clambers into my lap, nuzzling my thighs. "Puppy just wants to snuggle today, doe...