I was always getting the newspaper orders mixed up. What did the all-man, very attractive manager Keith think he needed to do to me to keep my mind on my work ? His belt was used for more than just keeping his trousers up.
Despite a disturbing high school wrestling encounter, Troy later finds happiness and love as a slave to Roth. However, Roth's longtime rival, Kane, wins Troy in a wrestling match with Roth.
Tristan is liking his new found wealth, and not finding the request too arduous, until this one particular request. Can he supply the requested 'designer jocks', or has this one pushed him too his limit
Two guys find that playing around with each other's genital, and other places, is better than television and far more pleasurable. Kink is re defined as the sport of king(k)s. Going a bit over the edge can be fun.
He pulls his standard white cotton t-shirt over his head and faces us, revealing his muscles in all their entirety. He unbuttons his shorts, unzips them and drops them to the ground while still facing all of us. He is naked. He steps out of them, leaving them bunched up, piled up in the dirt.
His big hands felt the considerable heat coming off my scorched backside. A finger explored my crack and touched my virgin hole. He penetrated me, stretching the muscle.
Taylor is a 21 year old closeted gay virgin who has been bullied his whole life for being small. Now away at college he finds that the bullying hasn't stopped. His tormentors, however, are about to discover his secret. His scrawny frame supports a massively huge dick.
A year has past since that unforgettable night at the gym. The 23 year old virgin makes the call he never thought he'd make. His former tormentor becomes his teacher. He learns about gay sex, friendship and love.
A knee injury and a long car ride in the backseat with a stranger who offers to help, then takes advantage. A therapeutic massage turns into a daring tickle torture.
I went back to my apartment and started my day. As I worked on the landscaping everything just felt weird. Fucking my boss's son was one thing, fucking the boss was another and at an even more crazy level was the knowledge that my boss wanted me to set it up so he could fuck his son.
I wrote this story when I was living at The Foster Home @ 84 Irving Street Portland, Maine. The place burned down to the ground in the winter of 2013. My good friend Stavros told me so and I looked it up online. Such is life when you live with a Sadist who won't shut up!