Tyler Part I I was working late one night and Tyler was on my mind. Tyler was a young man who stood about 5'8, and swaggered when he walked. His hair was a gorgeous strawberry blond and his smiling green eyes could brighten any room he walked into. He was just a simple mail delivery boy. I was to soon find out he was no boy but 100% man. I used to purposely walk out...
Frustrated Part II IT'S BEEN A WEEK SINCE DALE CAME IN MY MOUTH. TOWARDS THE END OF THE DAY HE ASKED ME IF I WAS SERIOUS ABOUT GOING TO A HOTEL ROOM WITH HIM. OF COURSE I WAS ! HE HAD THE GOOD FORTUNE OF GETTING A ROOM FROM A FRIEND THAT WORKED AT A LOCAL MOTEL. I WAS INCREDIBLY TURNED ON AT THE PROSPECT OF GOING TO BED WITH MY NEW FOUND STUD. WE SMOKED A...
Disclaimer - this work contains sexual orientated material. If you are offended homosexual acts, lovemaking, bondage or you are under 18 years of age, then you should not go beyond this point. Mark watched the row of passengers building up, awaiting their customs checks. There were the usual number of Officers on duty today but for some reason, they just didn't seem to be...
I am sitting here with a little cum stain on my shirt and a very content smile on my face. Here's what happened: While at my desk in my office I just happened to look out my window and saw HIM go by. I almost didn't realize who he was, but when I did I immediately headed for the bathroom. It has been a couple of months since we last met. He is young, about 18; 5'7 or...
Frustrated MY CO-WORKER DALE, IS A SIX FOOT BLONDE WITH THE CUTIEST LITTLE ASS. WE FLIRT ALL THE TIME BUT HAD NEVER PURSUED IT AT ALL. ONE NIGHT AFTER A VERY FRUSTRATING DAY AT WORK WE WERE IN THE PROCESS OF CLOSING THE STORE AND BITCHING TO EACH OTHER I OFFHANDEDLY SAID I COULD USE SOME SEX. DALE TOOK THE HINT AND CAME OVER TO ME AS SOON AS HE LOCKED THE...
The Perfect Swirl By Brandon This summer I attempted to work at the mall for my free time, that way I could work, enjoy myself, and make some money too. I had filled out a lot of applications at different stores at the mall and was accepted at most but it was one place that I really wanted to work, it was the gym shoe store. They were the first place I filled...
I started pulsing my ever growing cock...I love bringing myself to the edge of erupting, and then pulling away, letting the sensation subside. I repeat this process...Over and over. Eventually, I spurt my cum all over my hands...Licking it off, tasting myself. Then, I finger myself...One finger, two, three, and then, the whole hand. Further up myself. I only wish, that...
The boss opened his office door, peeking his head out. "Bradley! Bradley, get the hell in here!" He left the door open and sat back down in his desk. Seconds later, Gavin Bradley walked in. "Yes sir?" he asked, sitting down in one of the two guest chairs. "I need a favor of you, Bradley." "Sure. What is it?" "My nephew is flying in here tomorrow,...
TODD Jamie (c) 1988 ******** Todd was 18, 5'11" tall, slender but muscular (like a gymnast), blonde hair, blue sparkling eyes and tanned to the point of almost being black. All through High School he'd worked hard on his body through gymnastics as well as the school swim team. He was proud of what he had and wasn't shy about showing it off. He graduated in June and now had...
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...
I sat there as I just had told Felipe about my problematic childhood and asked Felipe about his. "Well." Felipe said. "To understand my childhood you need to understand some more recent history of Spain." Felipe paused for a moment collecting his thoughts. "You see for close to forty years there was a dictatorship in Spain under General Francisco Franco." "I've heard a little of it." I...
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...
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