"I got my whole fist is in there." Jack said.
"You're such a fuckin' liar, Jack." My speech slurred severely from the something Jack put in my drink. I told him to surprise me. Whatever it was, it gave me a fuzzy feeling of well being.
Ryan had been waiting for the start of college for years. He could wait to move out of his parent's house. The freedom to stay up as late as he wanted to eat and drink what he wanted. While he had scored a little pussy in high school, now he'd be free to bring girls into his room and fuck `em when ever he wanted. Cody was his best friend. They had been friends for ages.
A regimented man, economic in thought, common sense reared, a rebel with little patience for whiners, and now a leather daddy with a cause, Sergeant Major Robert Gilmore, Retired, a crusty 26-year veteran, my daddy of eight months.
This is a series of four short stories by 18-year-old Eric and his steamy sexual Gay encounters with fellow seniors during his senior year in an all male high school academy.
Hunter searched the city he now called home for those places that had the clothes he liked, the specialty shops that had that special product line and he searched for the night clubs that would capture his imagination and ignite his fantasies.
Afraid of being discovered Michael quickly stuffed his purple headed cock back in his boxers and zipped up his pants. However without his shirt on he could not hide the rather obvious and massive tent in his pants.
Fuck, sweet hole. Still a little damp, nice and hairy until you get right up to his hole. I lapped like a dog in heat. He moaned. "That's it, get in there pig."
I went to my basement shower and looked at my tattooed ass in a mirror. I felt like a slave whore. I had a man's name and date of ownership on my body, like I was a car or something. I was liking the idea of being my master's property. I didn't have to shave, but I already started worrying about how painful it was going to be in two weeks to have my cock, balls, ass, nipples, legs and body WAXED! Shit, that's gonna hurt!
At a luxury hotel Mark and Jamie meet the Italian pool-boy. "They stared up into a handsome, square-jawed young face with curly black hair, green eyes and a body that wouldn't quit. 'Ciao - my name is Mario. If you need anything at all, signori, please call on me.'" Later Mark says, "Shit, that is fucking gorgeous. That macho young Italian stud tied to the bed, waiting to get his perfect ass ploughed by a cop."
Instead of talking, Josh announced he'd decided to go home. We both needed time to sort things out, he said, and he'd be back in the morning. I said something like, 'sure' and didn't believe him. He looked at me straight, and said, "No, I mean it!" And strangely, I knew he did. Somehow, doubt of Chad's truthfulness had fled, despite his obvious deception of more than 20 working days with me.
I was able to make it through the night without using the bucket in my cell as a toilet. Master came to get me, let me relieve myself in his bathroom before he tied me doggie style to a coffee table in his bedroom. He face fucked me for a while, but then he said he'd save his cum for later.
The guest and master were both wearing bathrobes when I met them upstairs. They made me serve them drinks and sit between them on the coach. My master made sure to grope my ass as I sat down. He wanted to see that I was dutifully wearing my butt plug. He also reattached my tit clamps.
He showered first, and I shucked my filthy clothes, donning an old terry robe that would have to go into the washer first thing, anyway. I picked up Josh's clothes from outside the shower and took them to the washer. I moved to throw them into the top, when I realized just what I was doing.
I slowly lowered my body until my face hovered over Greg's pelvis in a sixty-nine position. Greg was softly teasing the end of my cock, while Alison fingered herself on the chair. Nervously I extended my tongue until it made contact with Greg's penis.
Coach's still-warm, still damp jockstrap was in my hands. Something about the immediacy of it, and the vision of his enormous, even half-hard, cock, caused me to shove the fabric to my nose and grasp myself down below.
Prior to meeting my ex I had the good fortune to have a few truly wild, albeit kinky, experiences. My resolution, shake it up, be wild, have fun. For about a month I had already started that cycle with a few select internet hook-ups that proved to be mind-blowing.
There were three guys playing on a rubber matt on the floor; a three way fisting. I climbed in the sling, popped open my poppers and opened my legs wide. It didn't take long for this guy to realize my ass was very open. He laughed and said if he couldn't open me then he was going to go further then whoever got there before him. I inhaled deep to get ready for more.
In the sling I leaned over Jeremy and started to make out with him as I inserted the first ball. He was a hot one. I definitely liked my luck so far. As he sat back in the sling I got my first look at what was quite possibly the biggest, reddest ass snatch I had ever seen.
We were definitely on the same wave length. He got up and started to prepare the room. I almost came when he got out a ladder and began to put chains in strategically placed hooks in the ceiling. Together we hung his well-made heavy leather sling. "I'm not freaking you out am I?" he asked.
I shot 6 strong shots, until the rubber was bulging at the end like a small water balloon. I felt so weak that I knew I wouldn't have been able to stand. Phil giggled again, nervously, and then taunted me. "You're gonna have quite a time getting THAT thing off the bus without Old Man White seeing it!"
My master let me out of my cell this morning to fuck me senseless before he left for work. Today, however, he added two new things to his list in addition to the house chores, workout, and sex training. He told me to log onto his computer in the office and write down my deepest feelings and desires about being possessed as a sexual sub slut boy.
"Fuck me, Dave, please, hard," she pleaded. Greg held her head, as I fucked her, fondling her tits from behind her. She moved her head up and down on Greg's cock, licking all over the head, coating it with her saliva.