Midwest farmboy relocated to city. I've had many jobs. Been a male stripper, bartender, deejay and mail carrier. While basically shy, I am extroverted on the stage or when I think no one knows me or will see me again. So had some intersting experiences and like to tell the tales. So I guess this is where I place the disclaimer. A couple of readers have questioned whether my stories are true. Well, no,. Although based on reality, I am taking creative license with most of them at this point, and in a few cases am writing pure fantasy. So, I know which ones are real , which ones are mostly real , which ones are mostly fantasy and which are purely out of my smutty little head, So, just sit back, ( And hopefully pull your joystick out) and enjoy them for the sex stories they are meant to be. Love Rusty
Through that door was a kinky man's dream. The cement foundation was left exposed, unpainted. As well as the support beams. Huge eye bolts and hooks were inbedded in the walls and overhead. Various chains and manacles hanging from them. There was a standard sling. A medieval looking set of stocks. A big leather wingback chair. There was even a dildo machine! And on every wall? Big mirrors.
I passed a scruffy guy on a park bench. I had just pulled open the chips and started munching as I walked. For some reason I locked eyes with the guy. His eyes looked at the chips in my hand with longing.
My Pal, Wayne, had seemed distracted for a couple of weeks. Captain of the football team, he was generally the center of our school universe. Of course, maybe his newfound exploration into boy on boy sex had something to do with it. Wayne had, along with Carl, my other good pal,and I, became what could be called fuckbuddies. (new updated version 2022)
This guy was huge. Had to be six six. Must have weighed close to three hundred pounds or more. And all of it sculpted muscle. And judging from his tank tops, covered in fur.
Walking into the mechanic's office, A deep voice answered the overhead bell, informing me he'd be right out. I guess I wasn't expecting the stud that finally walked through the bay doors. I was nearly floored, and it took a moment or two to get my act together.
The whole neighborhood was buzzing. It seems old Mizz Julie's wayward grandson, Cole, was getting out of prison. Even worse? He was coming to live with Mizz Julie. Can you imagine?
I'd just joined the softball team sponsored by Club Kaboom. I wasn't a great player, nor was I a bad player. Our coach shuffled me around in practice, trying to find a niche for me.
The very definition of masculine. His tight ,white ,wife beater put lots of muscle on display. Well worn jeans clung to his lower body. Scuffed boots, added to the whole red neck out for a beer vibe. Dark hair on head, beard, chest and arms.
I stood looking at myself in the mirror. Same face looked back at me from fifteen minutes ago. I wondered why I was so nervous. I looked good. I was in excellent shape. My clothes looked nice. At least nice for me. I'm no clothes horse by any means. But they weren't my usual jeans, boots, tees or Henley, and flannel shirt.
I first wrote this story, back when I first discovered Gay Demon. Since then, thanks to constructive feedback, I think I'm somewhat better at telling a story. I have decided to give my early stories another look and rewriting a few of them! Please don't be reluctant to leave feedback! That's how I can learn to be a better story teller! (updated)
I'd grown tired of going to bars and clubs, looking for hook ups. Our community is just not large enough. Unless an out of town visitor showed up, it was pretty much the same faces. Most of which were either in the friend zone or not of interest to me.
I hadn't realized he lived right next door. I thought he was only working there. Things were looking up. That meant, even if nothing came of our meet up, I could still see eye candy on a regular basis.
I'm an unapologetic ass man. As long as there is a nice ass, dick size doesn't matter to me! Of course I do want my sex partner to have a dick! It's just not my driving passion. Hell, the guy doesn't even have to be good looking facially. If he's got a great ass and a reasonably fit body, I will overlook a homely face.
One of my fantasies is to rent myself an escort. Should be easy enough, right? Not in my town! For all that it's a moderately big city, hustlers aren't all that common. There is a bar where they are known to pick up older guys. I checked it out.
Somewhere around dawn, I woke to the feel of a hand around my hard cock. Blearily, I opened my eyes to focus on Dom staring at my dick, mesmerized as he slowy moved his big paw up and down.
A tipsy Dominic managed to corner me at the bar. I suppose I could have gotten away, but Dominic is a real hot looking guy....and I may have had a few more drinks in me than I should have.
Given our history I was a bit cautious about going to his place and his....playroom. On the other hand I wasn't too keen on him knowing where I lived. But thinking on that wonderful hairy ass and the chance to sink into it as deep as I could, overcame the qualms I was fighting.
He got a couple of wolf whistles and some more appreciative glances. As for me, I was mesmerized by his big round. hairy ,muscle butt, moving side to side as he walked. Yeah, I wanted to be buried to the hilt in the hole hidden in those mounds.
Lucky for me, Uncle Joe was in residence. Uncle Joe was an older guy, maybe late fifties, early sixties. Pretty well preserved. Rough looking. Well off. Smart, witty and a huge flirt. He was also pretty much the Top Daddy in town.
Alan looked up at me, as he let my cock slip from his mouth, my cum running down his face. He blushed deep red, turning his head away to look at Danni.
I got treated to the wonderful sight of his big butt nearly in my face as he straddled the chair backwards, arms crossed over the back. I scooted my chair closer, so my thighs were on either side of his legs.
I cracked an eye open to blearily focus on a thick tan neck with short cropped blonde hair. A somewhat familiar neck....(.Straight Boy, my mind supplied. Ummm Earl. Okay, known person.) I relaxed back against his back.
Apparently this guy was a Priest. Not a problem, I've poled more than one Priest. The problem, at least in my mind, was his very odd sex fetish scenario . According to Dave, he wanted his ass spanked until he came. Wait, that's not the strange part. Apparently, there was no touching of his dick, beyond him sticking it between your naked thighs.