When I was little my dad died in a car accident; I really don’t even remember him. Mom always told me what a fine man he was and how she missed him. But now when I was in high school mom met a new guy. She dated him about 3 months before I even met him. The timing was never right or I was at practice or something. Just never worked out. I am and was about 5'10", brown hair, blue eyes and a...
We were able to take Friday off like we thought. I got to sleep in and woke around 8:30. I heard some noise coming from the kitchen so I headed in there. It was Jake, bare assed as I was, making coffee. He looked over and told me to sit and get the sleep out of my eyes. The hell with the sleep--I couldn't get him out of my eyes. As the coffee was brewing Jake sat across from me and told me we...
Day Three The minute I heard a sound at the door, no even before that, I knew it was my master. I swear I can tell when he is near. I can feel it in my heart. I can feel it in my soul. I can feel it in my boycock and good god almighty I can feel it in my boypussy; I can FEEL HIM in my boypussy. He is my life. A moment after the sound I realized I wasn’t frozen so I leapt from my bed,...
Day Two-Conclusion My master opened the door and I began to tremble in his gaze. I want more than anything to please him, to be his pussyboy, to serve his needs. He said, “Let’s take a look at you cuntlips. Turn around.” As I turned he gave me instructions, “Arms up! Let’s see those pits. OK. They look OK. Keep turning. Come on boy stand up straight! I need to see that...
Face In The Mirror Day One I stand here staring into the mirror knowing that I should recognize the person looking back at me, but I keep drawing a blank. Who am I? How did I get here? Where did I come from? I only have bits and pieces. I should say that I’m only allowed bits and pieces. My name is Toy or Pussy or Cuntboy or Pussyface or cum dump, whatever I am told for the time, for...
I woke up the next morning in a slight haze. I began to remember what happened on the deck last night and couldn’t believe it. Jake seemed to be saying that he wanted to get closer to me. I wanted to be sure that's what he was saying before I acted on it. I didn’t want to screw up and have him hating his queer stepson. I got up and went to the bathroom to take a piss. I heard Jake in the...
After that day at the apartments I started noticing things a lot more. I started also to realize how hot my stepfather was. Everything about the dude was turning me on. Hell he was only 32 and looked like he was in his late twenties. By the middle of the summer we had actually become pretty good friends. I was sure Jake was clueless about how much I watched him and wanted him. I did notice...
My mother and I had been living in a double wide on the property my grandfather left her for as long as I could remember. My name is Tyler. My real dad died in a car accident when I was a baby and it was just mom and I. Mom worked as a waitress in a Redneck type bar and grill in town. She usually worked nights so I really didn’t have much supervision for a long time. When I was about 12 she...
The last away game for my baseball team was miles away from our school. We piled into the old school bus, cursing the heat of early June. I was 18, about to graduate, as were most of my teammates. I'm Bobby, 5'11", 155 and brown hair. I'm pretty good looking but just an average baseball player. I knew I was gay and watching the other boys shower was one of the main reasons I wanted to be on the...
Sonnet to Axilla Oh dewey depth, where pecs and lats conspire, converge to form a hallowed hollow A grotto gracious Nature would bestow, where it's its wont to glow and to perspire, To intoxicate and then inspire. In damp confinement tangled gardens grow With vines and bushes no botanies know A hidden jungle temple of desire Each Paradise with...
I recently took a trip to Vegas from Los Angeles. I waited at the airport gate for my plane to arrive. It was a hot summer day in LA. The a/c at the airport dried out the sweat on my chest, back and pits. I was already starting to smell a little. As I sat there and waited for the plane, this guy caught my attention. He wore a white tank top, cargo shorts, and Doc Marten sandals....
Bryan was the new guy at work. He was still shy and feeling out his new position in the workplace when I first made casual conversation with him. After talking to him for a while, he seemed to loosen up and had me laughing at his witty sense of humor. I was a manager at the retail store where we both worked and he was a salesperson working his way through school. He was 23 years...
I live in south Alabama and the summers here are really hot. I work at a sporting goods store with several others and once every summer the company has a staff campout. There was a big civil war in the company and all of the employees left except two other guys and me. We still wanted to go on this trip so we did, just the three of us. The first guy, Patrick: 26, 175, 5'11",...
In the Computer Lab Summer had just begun. I finished my last final that Friday, and now the weekend was spread out before me. I woke up late, because I could, and cleaned myself up a bit. The day was incredible: one of those perfect early summer New England days, late enough for the trees to be in bloom, but not yet hot enough for the sun to hold you captive in the pool. So...
The first time I saw Mark, I thought he was very cute and he was my type. His handsome face used to appear with a smile and a laugh. I adored him so much because he was so cute and attractive, in addition to his perfect body. The only dream I had every day was tickling his nice, sweaty, hairy armpits. Thank God he became my roommate and we shared an apartment. Every time he came...
I was in a FootLocker store at the mall; I loved how it smelled in there. All those hot jocks with their old, smelly sneakers. I sat next to this hot young stud. He looked like he just got out of practice. He seemed to be around 19ish. Man, was he good looking. He had these deep blue eyes and this light brown hair; he was all sweaty and had his stinky sneakers off. He didn’t have...
I don't remember when I first noticed other guys' armpits. I guess it was when I started dating men. But now I really have this thing for it. I am especially into really built, muscular gym boy's armpits. Unfortunately, I noticed the good-looking, muscular ones always smell soapy and wear a ton of deodorants. Last week however, I got lucky. I started talking to this guy at the gym;...
I recently went to a dance club. It was a mixed crowd: gay, straight, whatever. Sweat was in the air. The place was packed. I went with one of my fraternity brothers, Sean. Sean was straight, so he came with me to check out the chicks. I never really told him about me. What's cool about mixed clubs is that you don't have to worry about running into people from school or work and be...
I was at the local barber shop and they had no air conditioner, man, it was boiling hot in there! I was ok though. I kept myself happy by watching all the sweaty men in the place. They were like fucking pigs, sweat dripping down their faces in streams. It was really sexy to me. I just sat on the bench, with a big smile on my face. I was too busy admiring the stinking men that I...
No matter the blistering, intense humid 96 degrees outside, the two floor heaters were cranked up... just like both of us. Since I never use air conditioning in the summer, when it cums to heat, the 10' x 12' Sweat Box, a/k/a The Weight Room, was furnace-plus. But, our surroundings hold nothing on us. We are generating the most electrifying sexual horniness and enough heat between...
It was a hot summer afternoon. I was driving from central California to Los Angeles when suddenly my car decides to break down in the middle of nowhere. I tried everything possible to get my car started, but nothing was working. Luckily I had my cell phone and called for a tow truck. I had gotten really sweaty and grimy from spending time under the hood of my car in the heat. An...
I was driving to a friend’s house when I was feeling a bit sleepy. So I decided to stop at this coffee house for a quick fix. There was this cute guy behind the counter probably 18 or 19. He had a thick, black goatee and a stubble mustache. He wore a white t-shirt and baggy cargo pants. His t-shirt had real short sleeves, which were loose around his arms. There were two people...
I went to Six Flags Magic Mountain a couple of weekends ago. It was a great idea, but I forgot that the majority of the time spent there, you stand in line waiting to hop on a ride. It was doubly bad considering it was one of the hottest weekends in Los Angeles. It was probably 105 degrees. So, standing in line under the sun was the last thing anybody would've chosen to do that...
Every morning I’m at Starbuck’s. I’m usually there from 8 to 8:30. I sit around and watch people, and leave only because I have to be at work by 9. I see the same faces every morning. But on Friday’s, I started noticing this one guy who caught my eye the very first time I saw him but I didn’t remember him until I saw him the second time. He wore this uniform, some kind of security...
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