I had done this so many times that I don't even worry about it anymore. I have been cruising the parks in Dallas since I was in college. It was an easy way to hook up with hot guys who were looking for the same thing I was. Before the police got wise, my hang out was Reverchon Park in the Oak Lawn area. The bushes were an excellent place for a fast blowjob. Now it was too...
Ever since I was a kid, I can remember loving the smell of men's feet. It was always a real turn on. I don't know why but any chance I got to smell feet I took it. Growing up with four brothers made it easy for me to have access. My two oldest brothers were avid hunters. Now that we had all graduated high school, they went every chance they got. They would go on hunting trips for...
It gets really hot here in Texas during the summer. And when the temperatures rise, so does my cock. I love to get tanned and wear as few articles of clothing as possible in the summertime. My muscled body takes on a whole new look after a couple of hours lying nude by my backyard pool. And when I am in shape and sunbronzed, there is nothing more fun than seeing what sort of...
Warning: this is a work of fiction; this story contains graphic depictions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. if your are under eighteen or if this turns you off, don't read it. Persuasion By Nathan Harvey Sitting next to Bobby in the car it was hard to believe how much my life had changed since he’d come into my life. For three years High school...
I am sitting here in my tan unitard with white cotton socks and a dark blue ballet tunic reminiscing about how I got into ballet and my ballet fetish. Most is true and some embellished, but it is my fantasy. As a young man playing baseball, our field was adjacent to a ballet studio. From third base I could see the dancers through the studio window at the barre, stretching, plieing, ...
How had I gotten into this situation? I ask myself as I squeeze my eyes tight to stop the tears of pain and humiliation. They were getting off on doing this to me and there was no way I was going to give them the extra satisfaction of my breaking down in front of them. Or so I naively thought. Dressed like this I could endure anything and win; they could hurt me but could not...
First Time, Part Four Rick was my guide and mentor into the world of tights and gay sex. From the day he firmly grasped me and fucked me, he was in charge. He had spanked me a couple of times, but for the most part, he was a gentle master. Our evenings were passionate, exciting and he always had a little surprise. Considering I had fooled myself into thinking I had liked women...
First Time In Tights, Part 2 After that magical day, I was hooked. I had never had sex that was open, passionate and thrilling. My first time out and I had struck paydirt: His name was Rich; we were wild about each other; and the next few weeks were extraordinary. Usually he fucked me, but I loved that gorgeous butt of his, and one night he said it was my turn. By this time, we...
First Time In Tights, Part 3 I lay on the bed, waiting for my lover to take me. I was slightly propped up with some pillows and looked down at my curled legs; I was wearing white nylon tights, a “poet” shirt and a nylon sash. The white looked even brighter against the blue velvet sheets. I stroked my hand over the sheets, so soft and smooth. I worked out a lot and my legs were...
I had fantasized about ballet tights for a long time. I don't know why but legs and butts always looked better in that smooth, supple material. I never tired of wearing them and looking at them and feeling them. I never got tired of the fantasy. Each time I thought about it was just as vivid and thrilling as the first, but the only outlet was masturbating in them and a lot of...
Scrapbook of an Exchange Student in Germany Notebook II - by Ken Ladder September 1997 Introduction I wrote this story on my portable PC. Aside from the Diary, there are texts called " Scrapbook " written a few days or weeks after the facts. I also glued in significant letters, copies of mine, cards, pictures, etc. Tuesday, September 16, 1997 >>> Diary Already one month in...
Scrapbook of an Exchange Student in Germany Notebook III - by Ken Ladder September - October 1997 Introduction I wrote this story on my portable PC. Aside from the Diary, there are texts called " Scrapbook " written a few days or weeks after the facts. I also glued in significant letters, copies of mine, cards, pictures, etc.. Sunday, September 22, 1997 Scrapbook (cont.) I had...
Scrapbook of an Exchange Student in Germany Note IV - by Ken Ladder November 1997 Introduction I wrote this story on my portable PC. Aside from the Diary, there are texts called « Scrapbook » written a few days or weeks after the facts. I also glued in significant letters, copies of mine, cards, pictures, etc.. Diary Letter from Sis Dear Ken, I miss you so...
Scrapbook of an Exchange Student in Germany Notebook I - by Ken Ladder September 1997 Introduction I wrote it on my portable PC. Aside from the Diary, there are texts ”Scrapbook” that are fillers that I wrote a few days or weeks after the facts. I also glue in significant letters, copies of mine, cards, pictures, etc. “Blankenese, Germany, September 2, 1997 ...
Rick shed his clothes quickly and stepped over to the bed where David and Chuck were now both laying. He crawled between their naked bodies and looked back in my direction. “What are you waiting for?” he whispered loudly at me. I guess my hesitation appeared kind of strange, but my mind was still processing these two revelations in the same number of days. I snapped out of my...
As his towel fell off his gorgeous body, his wonderful, humongous, hairy cock flopped out and hit me directly in the lip, leaving a good amount of precum on my upper lip and cheeks. He reached down to his big wiener and started slapping me in the face with it. He was saying, “You like that now don't you, you little whore." Then he told me to go get a measuring tape. When I...
I took s short step forward and was met by two hands, drawing me inward. The three of us were suddenly exploring each other’s upper bodies, tongues searching, licking, kissing, circling and exploring each other’s mouths, chests, ears, pecs with drunken urgency. The aroma of male sweat mixed with the odor of beer and the scintillating puffs of hot, gulping breaths felt wonderful when...
The rest of the week went entirely too fast. I wasn’t sure just how to pull off this coming weekend. Part of me eagerly awaited David’s familiar and wonderfully appreciating and welcoming body and intimate kinship, yet I was apprehensive with regard to Chuck. Hey I had to LIVE with this guy for at least the rest of this semester and in close quarters of our dorm room, not to ...
Chrissy and Alex had been writing back and forth over E-mail for some weeks. Teasing and flirting. Getting each other interested and hot. They both lived in the same city but hadn't met yet, preferring to keep it safe and online, however they were both beginning to feel like there might be some interesting reasons to get together in person. In his last e-mail Alex had promised Chrissy...
Within just a few days, Chuck and I had become amazingly close friends. Our interests were similar, and we even had an Organic Chemistry class together, and had opted for the same lab as well. We weren’t lab partners, but Chuck’s lab station was only one row away, and I could easily look through the shelving and watch his progress. His lab partner was a real dork. It was kind of a...
As usual, this is a story containing graphic sexual content. If you are not legally allowed to view such a story, don't download it, read it, touch it, lick it, eat it, burn it, use it for toilet paper, or even stand near it. If you do read it, send any comments to: zxcvbnm21@hotmail.com I am interested in any feedback, critiques, or reviews. I have an idea for a sequel to this...
My body answered that question almost before I could formulate it. I could masturbate. In fact, I HAD to masturbate. As the voice had said to me, the more sex I had, the hornier I became. After last night, I knew that I would now be on a VERY short fuse, and that short fuse had been burned away by my male mind seeing my preposterous female proportions in the mirror. I must...
It was my first dance class, and I was nervous, but the idea of wearing nylon tights in public and seeing other men in them up close was too thrilling to pass up. I have had a fetish about tights for years, and cycling and running allowed me to engage in it without suspicion. But the thick nylon supplex material was a poor substitute for the delicate, clinging nylon of ballet ...
Well, there wasn’t much to be said about Saturday night TV programming. We soon found ourselves ignoring the tube and just talking. It started out innocent enough, but soon the subject turned to our expanded ‘friendship’. I wasn’t sure how to read David, whether he was feeling sort of guilty about the past couple of days, or if he was worried about what may be going through my mind. ...
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