Sex stories

Like any other apartment after a few years mine needed a fresh paintjob.
Rather than do it myself I decided to hire my train buddy, Pete, or, to be more precise, “Pete the Painter”, as he calls himself.
We had met on the train a while back when we were both on our way to work, me in a navy blue suit and tie and Pete, who had just moved into the neighborhood a few blocks from me in his jeans, work boots, and a tee shirt that on the front read, “Pete the Painter”, along with his contact information printed under his name.

Seated at the front-most bar at the infamously famous sleazy bar/club, “The Local”, Rubber boy Harrison gulped down the last of his third soda, turned to his Rubber Master, Gervais, and said, “I have to hit the head, Sir. Those sodas are going through me like mad at this point.

Smiling slyly behind the black silk blindfold that I had tied over his eyes, John Robinson snickered a bit and said, in that sexy/gravelly tone of his, “Well, I suppose, knowing our long history, you can more than likely entice me with pairs of my used socks…socks I’ve been tied up in…socks I’ve sweated my feet sweat into, socks that are scented with my personal smell…my smell that I know how much YOU love…”

My legs were spreading wide, and I was lifted up off the bed, but my balls and cock still touching the mattress. He tried to laugh and said well that didn’t work he might have to touch me a little bit more inappropriately than he easily would. I told him I trusted him I would let him do whatever he said we needed

“HHUUUHHHHNNNNN, AWWWWWHHHH GOD, oh you guys, you fucking guys!!!” Vince Ly gasped, as he, impaled on his college buddy, Asher’s massively erect cock, being hoisted up and down on it, felt his ass walls being stretched every time the red-haired young man slid him back down. “OOOHHHHHH, cock up my Chinese ass!! What a fucking consequence for the loser of the poker game to have to submit to.