We drove to Daytona on Sunday. We left at 6 in the morning. Dad was used to getting up at 5 no matter what time he went to bed, but I was less than thrilled with the hour. I had rolled out of bed and put on beach short and flip flops. Dad had basically done the same but wore cutoffs. We both carried tee shirts but seldom wore them on weekends and neither of us owned underwear. I own jocks for...
My name is Joey Higgins. I am a redneck jock and proud of it. I'm on the wrestling team and the baseball team and I fuck the cheerleaders. I am also a closet case. Queer as could be but no one knows it, except some of the surfers I meet up with in the brush along the beach. I live at home with my dad, Jim Higgins, in the greater Jacksonville Florida area. Dad is a Pipe Fitter and mainly works...
As the towel dropped to the floor Kyle pretended to be shy and stooped to pick up the towel. Not missing an opportunity I grabbed for the towel as well and in my handful of white terry cloth was an ample handful of half hard boy meat drooling hot gobs of boy cum all over my hand. “Yes as a matter of fact I do,” I said. Still stunned by my actions and not asking me to move my hand he...
When I first started out in the work world I was a ceramic tile layer. The Italian guy who was my teacher was very big on customer service and gave the customer more than expected. He always said that would get the bigger tips. He was my mentor and boss for about 3 years as I apprenticed, then one nasty winter morning on his way to work he had a horrible accident. He was hit by an on coming...
I had the condo for a rare weekend alone and as usual I spent most of the time naked stroking my cock. I enjoy stroking my 7 inch cock for hours at a stretch before coming. Our neighborhood pays for regular patrols by a local sheriff. He's a real hottie in his tight brown uniform, crew cut, strong beefy build, hairy arms, and chest hair sprouting from the top of his t shirt. Our neighborhood...
“Hi, Craig. How’s it hanging?” “I’m cool.” He shrugged, shoved his hands in his pockets and leaned back on the gate to watch me wash the truck. I went on with my chore. Craig wasn’t the kind of guy to expect me to stop for him. He lived down the street and dropped by most anytime of day. We weren’t even good friends, just casual neighbors with nobody else around to talk to, hang out with....
by Dick Mann Email : dkmnn@hotmail.com (comments from readers welcome) Hi, it's me again, Phil. It's Friday night, about 11:00 PM. My folks think I'm asleep by now, resting up from a long day studying at my high school. What a laugh! I'm actually standing here in front of my mirror--naked, about to try on a new pair of pants I bought the other day. Biker's pants--as in spandex stretch...
by Dick Mann Email : dkmnn@hotmail.com (comments from readers welcome) Hi, it's me again, Phil. It's Friday night, about 11:00 PM. My folks think I'm asleep by now, resting up from a long day studying at my high school. What a laugh! I'm actually standing here in front of my mirror--naked, about to try on a new pair of pants I bought the other day. Biker's pants--as in spandex stretch...
I plowed into my new job with zeal, so to speak. Sure, it was tough coming to terms with the fact that I was the CEO's fuck toy. My wife wasn't complaining, particularly after we found out that he had backdated my hire to the beginning of the month, about 20 days of additional salary. She visited my new workplace and Steve Marks laid on the charm. She thought he was the best thing since...
I plowed into my new job with zeal, so to speak. Sure, it was tough coming to terms with the fact that I was the CEO's fuck toy. My wife wasn't complaining, particularly after we found out that he had backdated my hire to the beginning of the month, about 20 days of additional salary. She visited my new workplace and Steve Marks laid on the charm. She thought he was the best thing since...
by Dick Mann Email : dkmnn@hotmail.com (comments from readers welcome) This is a story about sex between men. If this type of material offends you, stop now and read no further. Also, if you are not of legal age to read this, Stop! Hi, my name is Phil, and I'm in high school, but that's not important. What is important is my cock. And what's important about my cock is its size, pure and...
Brad Tomkins had dreaded making this call all day but, he knew he had to do it. Brad was in his freshman year of college and had lost another job due to his laziness and bad attitude. He had hoped to find another job before depleting his funds but had been unsuccessful. Now he had to call his father and ask to borrow some money. It wasn't that his father couldn't afford it. He could. And Brad...
Ms. Brown and I were sitting on the couch staring at the T.V. a couple hours later when the door bell rang. Ms. Brown went to the door. I followed her. Uncle Steve was standing there out of breath. Ms. Brown introduced herself and then Steve turned his attention to me. He walked over and grabbed me in a hug and started to cry. I cried along with him. "Oh Jimmy, I'm so sorry man. I can't...
When I was in my 20’s I had an apartment with tall windows overlooking a road intersection. I stayed up late a lot and discovered that the Pepperidge Farm delivery truck left for his deliveries around 3 each morning. He kept the truck at his house. I used to jog through his neighborhood without my shirt and periodically I'd see him out working in his yard or on his car. He was middle aged and...
We sat out on the deck drinking till about five. "Damn boy I forgot about the steaks. They should be defrosted by now. You want one?" "Yeah Steve, the beer’s getting to me." I said. "Well hell you should have said something I would have gotten to it faster; got a gas grill so we don't have to wait for the coals." Steve said as he went inside. It took him a while in there and when he came...
I followed Steve to Tucson in my dad's truck. Steve was driving a dark blue Silverado Z-71 Extended Cab and I was driving dad's Black Chevy Heavy duty Duramax crew cab. The truck was mine now I guess but I was gonna trade with Steve when we got to his house because the truck was way too big for me and it would work out better for him to have the diesel. We finally got to Tucson about 2.5 hours...
My name is Jimmy. I just finished my junior year in High School. I ‘m on the wrestling team as well as track. I live with my parents in a blue collar type neighborhood in Phoenix. My dad is in construction and my mom is a school teacher at my old elementary school. It was the end of the school year Friday and my parents took off for the weekend to see my mom's aunt in a nursing home in Las...
Ruben got up and sauntered over to the girls at the bar. They seemed to have forgiven him for messing around with the little queer on the barstool. I pulled my face off the gigantic biker’s cock just long enough to see Ruben step on to the gritty dance floor, a big-breasted woman hanging on his shoulders as they swayed together under the grimy disco ball. He ground his hips into hers as the...
By Jimmy Gordon. I smelled Leon’s musty leather jacket, my face pressed against his shoulder, my arms wrapped around his taut waist as we sped through the chilly November night. His big Harley growled under us as he downshifted through a turn in the snaky road. We were on our way to Jugs, the leather biker bar in the next town. I had only heard about it, my friends telling me stories of hot...
Jake and I got up and went straight to the kitchen for the coffee. After it was made we sat and talked a bit. Still naked--it felt great to be this open. "You know you don't have to wear nothing under the uniform boy. It gets damn hot in that building sometimes. All that the handbook says is that we wear the uniform. Most guys go natural underneath." Jake volunteered. "Well I did notice...
"Boy you look hungry!" Jake said with a grin from ear to ear. I was lost in the moment. All of a sudden Jake stood up and went into the house. The arms of his uniform had untied and the coveralls were riding just above his ass. The front of the coveralls were barely zipped up anymore. A few minutes later Jake return with some chips and a jar of salsa. "Don't have much around here other than...
I believe that we are all either voyeurs or exhibitionists. The problem arises when one cannot decide which he likes better. Whatever the decision please make it and do whatever you decide to do as well as you can. If an exhibitionist, carry through when you pull it out and start stroking. Don’t be worried someone might see the whole kick is you probably pulled it out because someone was...
Spiderman 4 Please do not sue me if you are a character in my story or have a relation to a movie or television show that has been referenced to in this story, this is purely fiction, and any accidental resemblance is purely coincidental. “Hey, Jake!” calls the recent red-head Kirsten Dunst breaking out of her MJ character setting, “You weren’t supposed to get in until the day after...
Greg and I were both disappointed and relieved. With his aunt and uncle in the cottage for the weekend and not us we would be able to go to the camp I worked at and finish our day of sex and pleasure. I was disappointed because I wanted to be taken on that perfect 1950’s chrome rimed, melamine table but relieved because now I would be able to finish the day perfectly in my own bed at the camp and...
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