Sex stories

When Jack hunkered up higher over the couch and went to work the same way on Peter’s right foot in the way he had with the young man’s left one, beginning by sniffing at the section just under Peter’s toes, to Jack they were Peter’s cheesy smelling toes, Peter stirred again in his sleep, this time squirming a bit on the couch and murmuring, “HMMMMMMMM…”
For a moment, Jack stopped what he was doing, and kneeling there looked at his roommate.
“Stay asleep bud, please stay asleep…” Peter prayed. “Don’t wake up just yet, please…”

“Oh my God,” Peter said to himself, as he stepped into the apartment that he shared with his roommate, Jack. “I am so tired, utterly exhausted. What a day at work, endless phone calls, endless emails with complaints from customers, and then that long ridiculous meeting in my boss’s office with the company’s newest customers. My feeling is, those new customers are going to be very demanding, JEEZ!!! All I want to do right now is sleep for maybe an hour or so and then I’ll have a lite dinner. I’m too tired even to cook at that moment.”

Caught sniffing the Arab stud’s sneakers, I ended up deepthroating him with my roommate watching. Dirty kicks, big cock, and no escape.

I slide my hands into his kicks, feeling his warm feet through his white socks, those TNs beat-up just right. I slip one off, shove my nose in, and start sniffing. He’s getting super turned on, letting me go wild

Two young construction workers drenched in sweat teach their rich British boss a lesson in lust behind the woodpile.