Coach Winchester was hot- there as no denying it. At 35, with tanned skin and powerful frame, the guy was built like a mule. He scared the guys in truth- the way he looked them up and down, towering over them with hand casually on hip, explaining the rules of soccer, wearing hotpants basically- to show off his huge ass, and intimidating the teenagers with his thickly haired things and fat...
At an afternoon in Moscow, Russia, the museum was called Kremlin, where people liked to learn about Russia history. But one tourist, as modeling agent from Europe, who wanted more than just to learn. He wanted to find guy who has potential to become model to put it in the fashion world. It was difficult for him to search then discover future model. Before he discovered, he enjoyed sightseeing...
Der vergessene PulloverAls ich mit meinem Fahrrad in unsere Einfahrt fuhr musst ich mich an dem Transporter der fast die ganze den ganzen Platz belegte vorbeiquetschen. Auf ihm prangerte groß das Logo des örtlichen Möbelhauses. Ich hatte ganz vergessen, dass die neue Küche, die meine Eltern bestellt hatten Heute ankommen sollte. Aber es kümmerte mich nicht viel, ich wollte einfach...
Grant arose first the next morning feeling surprisingly refreshed. The night before he had watched his best friend get his huge rump spanked by their twisted dorm supervisor, Mr. Marshall. Grant had discovered Brad's secret, he got off on being spanked. But Brad also learned Grant's, he was gay. Last night everything seemed okay but now in the light of day would things still be the same...
It had been a long day for Christopher. He had started with his company straight out of college and over the past 13 years had worked his way up the ladder. Now at 35 he was the head of his entire department. This was a good thing. But that meant lot of travel, which Christopher hated. So, that was a bad thing. He boarded the plane at 5:00 and made the two hour flight to the home...
UP AT THE CRACKby Robert Furlongrobert.furlong@rocketmail.comrobertfurlong.tumblr.com===A few months ago I met a guy called Edward and it turned out that, among his varied and chequered past, he'd been divorced and has a son in his late teens, just like me.His lad is called Ashley; he's eighteen and at university in Sheffield. My son is Jake who's nineteen and at Leeds....
My boyfriend and I have been dating about 3 months. This is my first relationship with a guy. He has been with other guys before. I am 24 and he is 31.Now, my bf is pretty hot. Everyone things we make a super cute couple. In the relationship I am the...
The Spa/Sauna Trap: Into My Parlor said the Spider to the 'Wasp' #2Nine months after my humiliating entrapment (refer to the story:The Spa/Sauna Trap: Into My Parlor said the Spider to the 'Wasp') at the hands of Cameron and his aunt in their Spa/Sauna complex, I was accepted into the police academy.Ahead of me lay a further 6 months of study and physicals.By now I was also starting...
Before reading this, please read High School Memories: Part One - Nine.Let's get back to where we left off.Just then the fire alarm goes off and the back doors to the movie theaters came flying open. The first people out the theater were Sean and Tiffany....
Before reading this, please read High School Memories: Part One - Eight.Let's get back to where we left off.----------------...
Before reading this, please read High School Memories: Part One - Seven.Apologies, for my delayed posts! I know I say this every time, but I will do better....promise! New job, so I'll have more time to write! Let's get back to where we left off.----------------Ohhhhh...shit! Yeaaaaaa...right there! Give me all you got Daddy! WHY DID I SAY THAT?! He twisted my body to...
I guess it is safe to say that I'm a daddy's boy. There is absolutely nothing wrong with that. In school, I tended to get what I wanted from the older teachers. Of course, I never did any sexual favors until a few days after I had turned 18. My gym teacher, Mr. Browning was one of the teachers I had wrapped around my finger and I knew he would do whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted. I...
GO AHEADby Robert Furlongrobert.furlong@rocketmail.comrobertfurlong.tumblr.com===Whenever I need to use a public toilet, I invariably go into one of the cubicles even if the entire row of urinals is empty. This used to be because, having had some bad reactions from women at the large size of my manhood, I was self-conscious about exposing my genitals to other people and preferred...
This is my first sexual experience and still one of my hottest experiences ever. I grew up next door to my friend Gerald and we always stayed over at each others house on the weekends, on this weekend Gerald parents were away, his mum was always away on business and his dad was fishing with a friend for the weekend. Gerald had gone to bed early so i went to his parents room to sleep...
In Australia we call them jocks, briefs (sometimes knickers if they are high cut).I remember one Summer when dating a woman from work (I was 18 she was 26). We went to the beach with her neighbor - a woman of mid 50's (Ms Susan Smith) who was quite into younger guys as my girlfriend warned so she told me to be on my guard though I didnt know what exactly she meant. She was a little on the...
AWAKE WITH JAKE PART 4by Robert Furlongrobert.furlong@rocketmail.comrobertfurlong.tumblr.com===I looked at the clock. It was going on for three. At this rate, I was going to need half a jar of coffee to get me going in the morning.I'd been enjoying having horny thoughts about the first time I'd hooked up with Marcus, and it had been nice to lie here snuggling into his back and...
I got into bed with Marcus, having to push him to one side so that the two of us could fit into the single bed....
Maintenance CallIt was a late night closing at the bar and I came home exhausted. I barely had enough energy to strip off my clothes and fall into bed. So I was not too happy when there was a loud banging at the door at 9 o’clock in the morning. I jump out of bed and stomped to the door, throwing it open.“What the hell are you doing?” I yelled. I regretted my words as soon as they...
WiredChapter 1It’s always a little strange waking up in a bed that isn’t yours. Unfortunately it has happened to me a little more often than not as of late. I run my own tech support company, maintain networks, fix computers, blah blah blah. Some of my friends warned me when I started that if I struck out on my own, I’d go crazy. Always on call, strange hours, no life. They were...
Before reading this, please read High School Memories: Part One - Five.Thanks to those of you who rate and comment! Most appreciative!Let's get back to where we left off.----------------I pulled up to the grocery store I worked PT at, and parked. I walked in not really looking anyone in the eye, but spoke to everyone as they called out to me. I walked back to the dairy and...
HYPOTHETICAL HITCH-HIKER PART 1by Robert Furlongrobert.furlong@rocketmail.comrobertfurlong.tumblr.com===The lad grinned across at me, pleased for the lift. I wasn't going exactly where he wanted, but I could take him to a motorway junction twenty miles short without too much of a detour. He'd have to sort himself out from there: either stand in the cold with his thumb sticking...
HYPOTHETICAL HITCH-HIKER PART 2by Robert Furlongrobert.furlong@rocketmail.comrobertfurlong.tumblr.com===We both positioned our respective underwear in front of us – the outer and less intimate surface of the gussets facing towards us – and Dane lifted mine up to his nose first. I followed his lead, applying the outside of his shorts to my nose even though I would have strongly...
Alonso was not a bad kid. But there was something different about him. But I guess I'm getting ahead of myself. My name is Matthew Carns. I teach twelfth grade English at St. Manuel's School For Boys. Alonso Ortiz is one of my students. He's not a trouble maker and always scores above average on his tests. Though I suspect that with just a little more effort he could excel. Alonso seems to be a...
I don't know how many times I jacked off that weekend. The memory of Jim's cock wouldn't leave my head and left my own cock in an almost constant state of arousal. The feel of his arms wrapped around me, the smell of his body, the moans he let out at the peak of sexual pleasure - all mixed together to fuel my masturbatory fantasies for days. I creamed on every inch of Jim's white compression...
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