“Brock’s Cock” Brock[M]20, Roger[M]30, Sadie[F]29

“Hello Brock! Any sharks last night? Rays?” Sadie asked.

“One shark, two rays” Brock returned.

Sadie and Roger, his English neighbors, had rented the boat slip across form his own. Their sailboat was almost identical to his twenty-seven foot Catalina. Brock didn’t much care for Roger. He once scolded young Brock about leaving the hooks in the fish’s mouths by cutting the line to release them.

A month earlier, Brock sailed his boat from Long Beach to Mission Harbor, near Sea World in San Diego. From San Francisco to Long Beach before that.

Brock was a slim, bleach-blonde twenty year old. Tan. Fine hairs on his legs and arms. Soft features, with a kind young beach-bum’s smile. Perfect teeth. Facial hair too thin to shave just yet. Soft blonde fuzz above and around his cock and scrotum.

Brock bid good day to Sadie, and went below. Before his chat with her, he’d already made plans to have some fun by himself in the bow of the boat – where the sleeping quarters were located. There, two coarse half-triangle mattresses came together on a wood platform to create a small bed. Brock had a single sheet, a blanket, and a pillow loosely thrown onto the bed. He never made the bed.

[MFF] Tamed Part 10: Animals

Getting feedback motivates me to write more. So, if you have any thoughts or constructive criticism, please feel free to get in contact! This one is more of a build up by the way, I enjoy writing them, no clue if readers actually enjoy the lack of sex in some parts.

The Blooming Rose was certainly not a place which I ever thought I would be. A place where lecherous people found each other for cheap one-night stands, a place where the drinks costed more than a month’s rent…Not to mention the bass boosted droning of the music that made my ears hurt. I could barely hear Alanah giggling and greeting familiar faces she had seen in the past.

In the short distance we walked I saw the familiar face of Mrs. Mendoza. And as usual, she looked like a fine painting. Her light makeup dusted across her youthful face, the deep eye shadow that resembled both Claire and my Step-sister. Yet, clearly her dress was the main attraction; even now I was sensing a theme of women’s fashion being that of tight dresses that showed cleavage, and skirts running high up the leg to show thigh. Mrs. Mendoza’s was more of a cotton fabric, rather than the elastic synthetic Alanah had clinging to her perfect curves. I couldn’t help but blush when we locked eyes, and saw that dimpled smile. She looked beautiful.

I (20M) attempted to get a job as an Escort but ended up going down on both a guy and the Hiring Lady [MMF]

I’ve always been a horny guy; Women can be so damn gorgeous that its way too easy for my manlyhood to take over my body. I have a brazzers subscription, 2nd Instagram just for being a pervert, I have a vibrator and a VR headset for when I wanna bust one hell of a nut. Due to my perverted mind I’m also exceptionally good in bed, I get off to the special other having the time of her life so when I get under the sheets I definitely don’t hold back.

I work for the NHS and well… ‘rona hit so along with the mental toll, my personal life hasn’t been anywhere near as exciting as it was. At some point the thought crossed my mind to hire an escort to fill the void however after having a few conversations with the few people in my world I had became enlightened to the prospect of becoming the escort myself. Although I big myself up I was nowhere near the confidence levels it would take to be an escort, I’m quite timid so doing such a daring thing is very much out of my comfort zone but… My dick usually influences me and this time was no exception.

A Piece Written at my Command by my slave. “What Master Deserves” (gay, bdsm)

he was comfort. Not his own, but Master’s. he was one of two slaves that was always by Master’s Side. He attended to Master’s Physical Comfort; ensuring that Master was never too hot, too cold, too tense, without a fitting place to rest or recline, free of any aches or pains, and other things of that nature. Like the other two comfort’s tasks could not be listed precisely as they were dictated by Master’s Needs, but they were limited to Master’s Comfort, for that is what he was, comfort.
Also like the other two, he bedded on the floor of Master’s Personal Chambers. comfort didn’t sleep much, for his duty was important even when Master was asleep. Between brief two or three hour naps, comfort kept careful attention to everything that happened in Master’s Room. comfort could not allow aAMaster’s Chambers to become too hot to two cold, had to ensure that, regardless of Master’s Movements in his sleep, His bedding did not shift. The rate of Master’s Breathing, if changed could be a sign that he needed comfort to act to address some change in the room before Master awoke due to some discomfort. It was while he stood his nighttime vigil that comfort ate. There was always food in Master’s Chambers for comfort and the other two, and comfort did not have much time to eat during the day. comfort’s duty was more important, and took all of comfort’s focus when Master was awake
When Master awoke at the appointed time in the mornings, comfort’s duty did not shift or waver, but became more important. comfort ensured Master’s Feet never needed to touch the floor and Master never needed to walk about his home unclothed. comfort had soft, warm shoes ready for Master’s Feet, and a clean, luxurious robe for Master’s Body. comfort adorned Master with these things. comfort ensured that Master’s Bath was ready with water of Master’s Preferred Temperature, and while comfort was present to add warm or cold water, if necessary, to adjust the temperature, he did not bathe Master, that was another’s job. Master did not need to dry Himself off, for comfort was always there with a clean, warmed towel. comfort also dressed Master. comfort’s duty was to know what Master wanted to wear and to adorn him.
comfort never left Master. Wherever Master was, there was comfort. At meal times comfort fanned Master, or provided himself as a place for Master to rest his feet, if the temperature was fair. If Master required it, comfort would massage Master. Master never needed to ask. comfort had learned the subtle signs and tensions that told him when Master needed him, and how Master needed him. Most of Master’s day comfort was merely present, paying close attention to Master, Master’s Posture, Master’s Muscle Tensions, how Master walked, how Master ate, comfort was ever vigilant for any sign of discomfort. Whenever comfort followed Master into a new room, comfort broadened his focus to the new surroundings. Would the windows be drafty? Would the floor cause Master’s Feet to ache? Was there appropriate furniture should Master want to sit or recline? All of these comfort needed to know so comfort could anticipate Master’s Needs. comfort had become good at his duty and enjoyed it, as did all three of them.
When Master desired to retire to His Bed, comfort ensured that the bed was made correctly; that nothing was out of place. Often, comfort was on hand to clean and refresh the bed after Master indulged in one of the others. comfort was never jealous of that one of the others. That duty was merely not comfort’s duty. comfort had only to ignore the noises Master and that one of the others made. comfort could tell when Master was nearly finished with that one of the others, and ensured a bath and towel were ready for Master. While Master bathed, comfort fixed the bed for the night.

I Just Had Shower Sex That Actually Felt Good [FM]

We’ve all been there. We’ve seen enough movies, we’ve watched enough porn. And we get really horny. So much so that we convince ourselves it will be good. That a ceramic phone booth is somehow the ideal place to fuck. That adding a half-blinding spray of water and an inordinate amount of soap will somehow make it better. That the statistical likelihood of cracking our skull doesn’t exist. And that we are in good enough shape to hold that position for longer than 30 seconds. Thankfully in my case, that last concern is rarely an issue.

Well, this story is the exception to all those rules. And the catalyst in overcoming these ancient boundaries was a truly capable fucker by the name of Kayla. God, what a fucker she is. Her hair when it falls down on you. Her hips when they swing, just walking around the kitchen. Her laugh when she gets you to cum for her, faster than you wanted to. But seriously, when she takes hold of your cock, and she guides it right to the entrance of Fantasy Land, and she takes you inside herself…

Bathhouse Haze [MM]

After a particularly long night of heavy drinking with friends downtown, I started to stumble home. It was about 3 am. I was “straight”, but occasionally fantasized about gay sex and was aware of a small bathhouse down an alley. In my drunk and horny state, I decided to look it up again on my phone and eventually wandered in.

I arrived as a 22 yr old drunk attractive sweaty mess and the doorman gave me a room key and towel. I had no idea how this worked. Eventually, I found the room, stripped nude, hung the key around my neck, and walked to the public shower area.

The place was pretty dead, but there was an older man in there while I was washing up. He looked me up and down while I soaped myself all over. He was probably in his late 50s, bald, goatee, hairy, in pretty good shape, and hung like a horse. After walking around for a few minutes with a small towel around my waist, taking in the muffled sounds and pungent smells of raunchy gay sex, I ran into him again in the dark hallway near my room. Without saying much we wound up in there together.

The Moonlit Cellar pt. 1: a Voyeur [bi m] is surprised to find a couple [Bi M & Str8 f] enjoying bondage in a cellar in the forest; then they discover him. (Potential novella?) LONG post

My breath caught in my throat, hearing the moans. I had been walking through the forest to clear my thoughts–I had been so horney all week!–yet it seemed I had just passed from horney to delirium. My shaft strained against my jeans.

I was so sex-starved that I was hearing the soft whimpers of a woman making love, out here in the middle of a forest. By myself.

My extended family came to visit and were staying in my house. I hadn’t been able to jerk off at all, with all of them buzzing around.

This seemed as good of a place as any. No one was around. I unzipped my pants and pulled my semi-boner through the slit of my boxers. Precum wet the tip.

I slid my thumb over the sensitive head. Then, I heard it again. Someone getting fucked. It was clearer this time–more distinct. A woman sighing “oh god, oh god” over and over again.

I stroked my hard cock. Delusion or not, I was going to get off on this.

Daddy – Chapter 2, Rough Draft

The following week Jessica worked out on Monday and Tuesday, hoping to see him, but no luck. On Wednesday she saw him come in and stretch on the mats. He was so focused on what he was doing, while he listened to his head phones, and he didn’t look around at all, because if he did, he would have noticed her watching.

After he stretched he went straight for the bench press machine and started adding on weights. Jessica finished her set of squats and was about to walk past him, on the way to the butterfly machine. At that moment she saw him lay back on the bench press machine and spread his legs, placing his feet on either side of him. His jogger pants were loose and gravity forced them to lay down, directly on his cock.

Jessica kept her head straight, but her eyes were gauging his cock, perfectly noticeable in his jogger pants. She swallowed some saliva at the sight of the head of his cock and when she walked past him, she opened her mouth to breath, as she sat on the butterfly machine. This seat was perfect, because she could watch him bench press, and look at his cock, knowing very well he won’t catch her during his set.

[MF] I fucked my friend on Halloween

I take Halloween way too seriously. I go all out and get dressed up and really into the whole theme. I went out with a group of friends as a charismatic pirate. I was a huge hit and people constantly talked and took pictures with me. It was the closest to a celebrity I’ll probably ever feel.

At the time I was really into a girl who was not going out with us but knew everyone there. There was our mutual friend here on Halloween, a really pretty Filipina girl who I partied with a lot. She was a little shorter than me at around 5’3, dark medium length hair and I’d describe her frame as athletic as she had a pretty tight stomach but wasn’t slender. She had C cup breasts and a curvy ass with just the right amount of meat on her thighs. She was dressed as a witch in all black, short dress, black streaked makeup and a sheer black shawl that covered her ample cleavage. We’ll call her Vanessa.

Naked Housework- Woman likes to clean in the nude

I’m a bit of a closet naturist. I’d never go nude in public, not even on a nude beach or at a nudist camp, but at home I have a tendency to shed my clothes. Why not? There’s no-one there to see me and I find it liberating. I do all my housework nude.

I’m not careless about my nudity. A certain natural modesty prevents that. I keep a slip-on housedress available on a peg next to the front door. It’s the work of a moment to put it on before answering the door. If I have visitors who are actually going to come into the house I take a moment to slip into my bedroom for some underwear.
Currently I was in the kitchen doing a bit of cooking, listening to the radio and trying to keep one ear peeled for the door-bell. I’ve been expecting a package for several days now, and I’ve been bugging the postman about it. He has to deliver it to the door because he needs to get a signature. I have stressed several times that the package is important and that I need it.