Part Truth – Part Fiction; you decide which is which. The date was April 27th, a Wednesday in New Orleans. The Hattiesburg Area Nude Guys were having their quarterly meeting at The Club. This was to be a special meeting as the founder of HANG, Jack Offman, was moving and this would be his last chance to attend. The 35 – 55 year old chapter of the club had special plans for Jack that night....
It's a hot day in September when I'm shaking my ass around town, shopping for some nice outfit to wear tonight at the foam party. Last year's party was the horniest event I ever went to; it gave me some jerk off pleasure for months. However, this year I was planning on taking it a bit further and let the inner exhibitionist come out. I was wearing my kaki shorts and my nice pink polo shirt and...
I was jittery with nerves as I picked up the phone and the card and started punching in the numbers. My friend Lee had known I was lonely, but, really, giving me the number of his ex, a cop named Greg? I had to wonder about this. If Greg was worth having, why was Lee not still with him? If Greg was not, then why waste my time? Still, I thought of the I. P. D. uniform, dark blue and...
Yes I’m Steve; I’m a transvestite with a beautiful body nice fat cock. I just moved to the city where I live on the 35th floor of a high rise there are many buildings facing me. I love to dress nasty and I have just gotten kinda gutsy and have started to open the curtains late at night when I am dressed up. I have noticed about 3 admirers when I turn on my lights; you can really see everything...
I woke up the next morning and Pedro was gone from my bed. It seems he went to his own room during the night. I kinda felt good and bad about that. I wasn't sure I wanted to get into anything deep with Pedro especially since he worked for me. But sex with him was awesome. I had never fucked a guy’s ass like that. He was completely open to me and I felt like I was in total control. But being so...
Pedro was true to his word. I never experience anything like it. The man was on his knees in the shower eating my ass again but this time he was going for his own load. I felt totally exposed and intimate with this dude and I loved it. After he was done he turned me around and gave me another blow job as he jacked off. I shot another load down his throat and he came up to share it with me. I...
Sunday morning I woke up to a truck starting up outside. I took a look out my window and saw Carlos leaving. Then I looked over at my clock and it was 8:30. I was dehydrated and my head hurt a little bit but otherwise I was well rested. I laid there a bit going over the events of the last evening. My dad's queer and gets fucked by a Hispanic pig with a big cock. I am queer but in the closet. I am...
Peter’s Clueless Seduction 3 Peter was eager to put his new plan into action and help Nick, his flat mate, with his sperm production. Just like any flat mate would. It was perfectly reasonable. For some reason the mere thought of it made his big, muscular rear itch. All day he thought about it, and how he could mention it to Nick in a casual way. When he returned home he was desperate to strip...
By Roger Morgan It had been hard to concentrate in class today. All I could think about was the package I was hoping would be waiting for me when I got home. I had seen them on eBay and couldn’t resist buying them. Now, I couldn’t wait for them to arrive. My university professor finally dismissed us and I raced to my car. The trip home seemed like an eternity. But when I got there, the...
"Well I love you too son. Thanks. I'll tell you what. I am gonna hit the hay and you sleep on it. I don't want you to ever feel uncomfortable here. If you think you will then you may need to decide to go live with Brad and his family. I hope you don't but I will respect your decision." dad continued. "Well, ok dad, but I don't think you really have to worry. I don't think I will be...
Dad was right. The time went by fast. By the time we had the funerals and got me packed the next thing I knew was that it was Saturday and I was on a plane for Houston. Not that Houston was our final stop. Dad's truck was at the airport and we would then drive down to Texas City. (Yeah, there is a place called Texas City). Once we landed and were on our way I got my first glimpse of the Texas...
We arrived in Los Angeles on Tuesday. It seemed like a month since my parents died even though it had only been a few days. Brad took me to my house and I gathered some things that I might need while I stayed the night with his family. My dad was due to arrive on Wednesday and we would just stay at the Brentwood house till after the funeral. On Wednesday Brad took me back to LAX to meet...
So here I was headed back to the states with my step dad's lawyer on the same plane that carried my dead parents. The lawyers name is Brad Steinman and he was kind enough to come to London and take care of all the details for me. He is in as much shock as I am I think. Now since the trip is a good half a day he took the opportunity to lay out my life for me as he saw it. "Erik, your parents...
My name is Erik Hickman. I live with my mother, Joyce Young, and her husband, Dr. Phillip Young. They have been married from the time I was about three years old. I will be a junior in high school this year and live in Brentwood, Yes, and the Brentwood in the Los Angeles area. My step father is a plastic surgeon so I guess Mom married well considering she came from the wrong side of the tracks in...
The move to Palm Springs was uneventful. After we gave the Caddie to Rick, the cook, as a part of his severance and took care of the rest of the things that had to be done before the apartment went on the market we flew to Palm Springs. Max had found the perfect home with five bedrooms, a pool and a large courtyard. The home was "U" shaped with the courtyard in the center of the "U" with the pool...
Although I had several white bandana encounters that week in which all a stranger needed to do to get submissive sex from me was to ask for my bandana, none were as strange as the one I had while I was on my way to play tennis with Ben the first time. I was strolling along, racket case under my arm, when a big black limousine, with smoked windows rolled up beside me, the driver’s window rolled...
The next morning I woke up in my bed in my mother's house in Huntsville, Texas. It took me a few moments to focus and then to realize what had transpired the day before. It felt like a dream. I lay there a few minutes with one arm over my head. I caught a whiff of myself. I realized then I was hard. A vision of Max came into my mind. What was it about him? He was a good looking man and masculine...
As I followed Mr. Shaw into his office I was watching his body move under his sports coat and slacks. He moved like a man of sport. He had a goatee which I took as a rebellious addition against allowing himself to be completely corporate. He offered me a visitors chair across from his desk. "Scott, we might as well get right to it. May I see a form of identification so I can first be sure you...
My mother was always a bit over dramatic. From as early as I could remember she over preached the bible and over judged all those around her. She was always on my ass to be the perfect child. By the time I was in high school I sort of had it. I was tired of her preaching and I was definitely tired of her telling me that every wrong thing that a man would do would surely bring him a step closer to...
Considering that he had taken to wearing nothing but underwear in his buff flatmate’s presence, and had become incredibly curious about his flatmate’s swollen genitals, Peter had not really noticed the change in his lifestyle. He was the same hardworking, hard living gym obsessed skirt-chasing banker. Sure, he only wore tight briefs or jockstraps round the flat, but that had nothing to do with...
Nick and Peter had moved in together – strangers sharing a nice old Victorian flat in the centre of town. Peter was a banker. He pushed himself hard at work and the gym, always had a string of girlfriends, and was known by all of his mates to play very hard indeed. But Nick was a more mysterious guy, and Peter was curious to know more about him. Sure, he liked his own space and that was no...
Gabe was an outrageous exhibitionist and dressed the part - when he dressed at all - ropers, skin tight 501's, and a fitted western shirt unbuttoned to his waist revealing his beautifully patterned hairy chest and a hint of pubic hair. He had the body of an off season bodybuilder. When he walked down the street his cock and balls showed clearly through his tight jeans. The rear seam cut deeply...
My Inches--Part 3 by Dick Mann Email : dkmnn@hotmail.com (comments from readers welcome) Hi, this is Phil again. You remember the high-school boy with the sweet, innocent face, the small, thin, body, and the big, BIG, cock. The one you'd give your soul to suck down your throat. Yeah, now you remember, even though we've never met. If we ever do, though, we'll have just such a great...
My Inches--Part 3 by Dick Mann Email : dkmnn@hotmail.com (comments from readers welcome) Hi, this is Phil again. You remember the high-school boy with the sweet, innocent face, the small, thin, body, and the big, BIG, cock. The one you'd give your soul to suck down your throat. Yeah, now you remember, even though we've never met. If we ever do, though, we'll have just such a great...
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