Sex stories

As I was walking down the short foyer in the apartment, where my room and my roommate’s room were, I saw that Miles’ door was open and the light was on in his room as well.
Being a high-end executive for the finance firm he works for I figured he was up late and doing some overseas business dealings on his laptop, seeing as a lot of his clients live in different time zones.
But when I’d reached the doorway to his room and looked in, I could not believe what I saw.
Miles was fast restp on his bed, spread out like a Thanksgiving turkey, wearing only a pair of white briefs, with all his musculature on display.
Besides being a high-end executive with a finance firm, Miles is also an avid gym rat, a health nut. The man works out nearly every day of the week at the gym.
For whatever the reason, I stood frozen at Miles’ open door, taking in the sight of him…

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