Frot Stories

“Prêt? Allez!” Breeches fell, swords were drawn from soft scabbards, and they met - thrust, parry, thrust! Porthos’ purple point grazed Aramis’. Grips tightened, drawn together, corps-à-corps. Lips mashed, moustaches tangled. Their duelling pink épées wrestled in their fist-sheath. D’Artagnan watched from his knees at Athos’ feet, polishing his own weapon. Flesh-muskets erupted, pearl strings fit to adorn the Queen stream...

A Roman gladiator. That was how I felt, like a Roman gladiator, waiting for my turn to die. Although, of course, it was Hashim, stood beside me in this antechamber, who looked the part, with his chiselled, bronze body gleaming with the fragrant oil I had rubbed over him less than an hour before in preparation for the ceremony. Even his bald profile — featuring what some might call a ‘Roman nose’ — evoked the image of a ch...

I was sitting on my bed studying when Andy returned to the dorm room after his last class of the day. I didn't really think much about it when he closed and locked the door to our room behind him."Can you believe last night actually happened?" he asked.I looked up at him and smiled. "No, I never thought anything like that would happen to me," I calmly remarked.Andy and I had had our first threesome experience with another...

With my white towel wrapped around my waist, and now clean, I left the shower room to explore the bath house. The first room that I entered was the video room - a large TV screen was playing scenes of men pleasuring each other. In the dimly lit room was a pair of guys - one laying comfortably on the couch while his partner was between his legs giving a noisy blow job. Flesh on flesh live action was taking place while the...