Jeff was a young boy who was very awkward in his own mind, but in reality, he wasn’t bad looking. Anyway, he worked at a turnpike Burger King as a cashier. This, like most other parts of his life were pretty boring. Jeff’s home life was pretty good except for one thing, he had no father figure. He longed for a masculine person in his life. He always noticed the truck drivers who...
Dave was bent over with his ass up in the air. He was looking for the lighter he had dropped last night as he was out sneaking a smoke. It was against the resort rules for any of the guests to smoke, of course, but so long as no one found out... "Looks like I'm going to have to whip that ass, boy!" Dave gave a start and turned around to see Martin glaring at him. ...
"Come on now, boy. We've still got to work on your ass, got to warm it up a little, bring the color up. It's a pity that sexy boy butt of yours has been so neglected all these years. We'll just have to make up for lost time. Now grab that chair by the window and bring it over here next to the desk." Dave pulled away from Martin's embrace and turned to fetch the chair....
Martin approached the cot and savored the sight of this naked youth lying face down on the blanket. A thin sheen of sweat coated Dave's entire backside, and his ass positively glowed with the results of a thorough warm-up spanking. He looked so at peace lying there, as if this were what he had been seeking all his life. Martin coated his palms with some lotion and knelt...
Dave pulled away from Martin's embrace and slowly stood up next to the cot. Martin noticed that Dave's hard cock continued to twitch as it leaked a steady flow of pre- cum. "Sir?" Dave looked expectantly at Martin, who had taken his own cock in his hand and began to stroke himself with slow, slick motions. "What is it, boy?" "Sir, can I ask you something?" Dave's...
Martin was enjoying himself for sure. Spread before him were the smarting cheeks of the sexiest boy butt he had ever seen. Dave was bent over, holding his ankles while experiencing his first real spanking. Martin had already landed a half dozen hard swats, but Dave had no clue how far Martin intended to take this. No matter how long and hard this spanking would have to...
Martin could tell the boy liked being lubricated this way. He plunged his thick fingers deeper into Dave's ass and moved them around to stretch this virgin boy butt so that he could take Martin's rock hard cock. Dave was stretched out face down on the table top, with his butt and legs hanging off the end. Dave didn't realize it, but Martin intended to make this the best...
I just moved across country recently, and I wanted to relate a story to you piss lovers out there. I have to admit, first, that only part of this story is true, but it still makes a great fantasy. I was moving from Atlanta out to San Francisco last June, in a Ryder truck with my car in tow. I had been driving all day, and finally I was almost to my first stop - Kansas...
The Flogging Party It was still early on a cold and windy Friday night in December, I was supposed to have a few friends over for some beers and a pizza. It was supposed to be a quiet night with not much to do but watch some TV and spend some time with my friends. What we didn't expect was another not necessarily wanted friend to show up. Rob was the guy that...
A young man finds that getting in trouble with the law in the Orient can be arousing. I was traveling the Orient last summer and met Joe at the Hong Kong airport. We were about the same age, 22, and taking a break from our college studies. Joe looked older than me, though, with a dark complexion and a two-day growth of beard. I didn't even have to shave every...
I'd been out riding my bicycle that Saturday, intent on logging the 35 mile round trip to Great Falls and back averaging 23 miles per hour. It always seemed like an easily attainable goal until you hit Old Angler's Inn and began climbing the knee-killing hill that crested and then plunged you down into the Maryland side of the park. Out of breath and sweating like a mint...
Last Thursday I connected with a man online. His profile had no significant content, but his stats were impressive. Almost as impressive as the two photos he included of his huge soft penis. We began chatting and then he mentioned that he wanted to own. I gave him my number and we began talking. It turns out we were better matched than I had imagined. He was a Haitian Man, 53,...
When I had graduated college I thought that the world was my oyster. I was going to be somebody! I had been offered a position at the marketing firm where I had interned during college and was moving to the big city. It was the dream of every privileged kid who grew up in a blue suburb like I had. Five years later my reality looked very different. I had never even been considered...
When I had graduated college I thought that the world was my oyster. I was going to be somebody! I had been offered a position at the marketing firm where I had interned during college and was moving to the big city. It was the dream of every privileged kid who grew up in a blue suburb like I had. Five years later my reality looked very different. I had never even been considered...
When I had graduated college I thought that the world was my oyster. I was going to be somebody! I had been offered a position at the marketing firm where I had interned during college and was moving to the big city. It was the dream of every privileged kid who grew up in a blue suburb like I had. Five years later my reality looked very different. I had never even been considered...
When I had graduated college I thought that the world was my oyster. I was going to be somebody! I had been offered a position at the marketing firm where I had interned during college and was moving to the big city. It was the dream of every privileged kid who grew up in a blue suburb like I had. Five years later my reality looked very different. I had never even been considered...
Zweites Kapitel: Die geklauten Socken und das vergessene Handy Die letzten Wochen gemeinsames Training mit Leon schienen erste Erfolge zu zeigen. Meine Mutter betonte, wann immer sie konnte, dass ich nicht mehr so blass im Gesicht sei. Mein Sportlehrer, Herr Schneider, lobte mich, dass meine Ausdauer nun viel größer war. Vielleicht war beim Schulmarathon ja doch etwas besseres als der...
Tank screams while Marcus twists his arm, and then a hard punch in the face, Marcus then trips Tank, and Tank falls to the floor. Marcus takes his platformed heel to Tank's knee cap crack! goes his knee , Tank screams pain of agony, then Marcus punches Tank in the face twice, once in the jaw the other in his nose, the blood splatters all across Tank's face. "Bitch,I'm want to hurt you like you...
It's 1976, and Marcus is now looking for love, now that he has taken care of the bullies who did him wrong. Marcus has settled into sunny San Francisco. Marcus has found a cool condo on Castro Street, and has just moved into it. Marcus has decided to venture out into the club scene to check out view. Dressed in a black shiny cowhide leather jacket with a cool tight buttoned down red silk...
PROLOG Da ist es; blitzartig und ohne Vorwarnung: dieses eigenartige, schwer zu beschreibende Gefühl, dass jemand von hinten ganz nah herantritt. Man hat nichts gehört, keinen Schritt, keinen Atemzug und doch richten sich abrupt die Nackenhaare auf, durchfährt einem die Gewissheit, dass es irgendwie zu spät ist. Instinktiv lässt Mark den Karton, den er gerade hinten auf der Lagefläche eines...
Es ist Mittags an einem heißen, schwülen Sommertag. Ich stehe auf dem Dach und arbeite. Der Schweiß läuft in Bächen von meiner Stirn. Er läuft mir den Rücken herunter und durchnässt dabei mein ohnehin schon feuchtest, klebriges Muscle-Shirt. Er läuft an meiner Wirbelsäule in meine Arschritze. Ich bin 48 und für mein Alter recht Fit. Ich trage ein Kopftuch, wie man es von den Piraten kennt. Mein...
The first thing Edwin Clark thought of his roommate Corey when they met was that he kinda looked like a stoner. Baggy clothes, worn out skater sneakers, slight shadows under his eyes and his low voice always sounded a little raspy and drowsy, like he had just woken up. They couldn’t have paired up two kids that were more different from one another. One was a neat freak, the other was a...
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