Hot water fell from the shower head as steam rose from below to fill the room with a light haze. Matthew stood beneath the stream of hot water in the locker room shower. He rinsed the soap suds from the dark hair that covered his body. He ran his soft han...
The fading light of the summer day settled gently through the open upstairs bedroom window. It was a warm evening, but not sticky with humidity. Nathan was at his desk absentmindedly fondling himself while watching something on his laptop. He had the hous...
"Hello, Matthew," came a deep and familiar voice from the phone. "I see I am not the only one who gets to ride you hard and put you up wet." “H-hello,” Matthew said to the cell phone in his trembling hand. “Unless you want me to paste those photos all ove...
Nathan woke, confused but comfortable. His head was somewhere soft and a hand rested on his butt. He opened his eyes to see that he was still in the teacher's lounge with his head in Mr. Thompson's lap. He relaxed on the couch and into the crotch, startin...
What the fuck am I about to do? Matthew felt the breath catch in his chest as he stuffed his still rock-hard member back into his tight khakis. He did up the zipper and button slowly. He could see the tent in his trousers poking out from beneath his belly...
Hot water fell from the shower head as steam rose from below to fill the room with a light haze. Nathan stood beneath the stream with one hand slick with conditioner, sliding up and down on his six-inch cock. His left leg was up on the bathtub rim giving...
The pulse of the drums was deafening. Allen found himself dancing between two sweaty jock-clad daddy bears bouncing to the music. Rough hands slid up his kilt. One of them, Red-haired and stocky, danced in close to Allen, pushing his ass into Allen’s crot...
A notification pinged Josh's phone, a message on one of the gay apps from an account named Bi4Top. "Hey stud, you lookin?" That was all it said. He'd normally ignore messages like this. But it had been a while since his last hook-up so he decided to give...
You step out of the cold and into the warm welcoming used bookstore. The air smells of hot tea and old paper. Low ceiling, soft lighting, and books in every conceivable location. Cautiously you step between old furniture and paperback piles making your wa...
