Gay Footstool Stories

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The Farm Ch. 02

by SumacandIvy on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

Chapter 02: Conformation "I see I've done it at last." Double chins jiggled as Mrs. Featherwink chuckled and gave herself a congratulatory slap on the leg. "I'm prepared to take the next step." Gordy lifted his hand to silence Mrs. F. "One that I will finance." "Please, let me treat you this time." Her smile seemed genuine, but Gordy knew the bill would r...

Abdul's Initiation Ch. 01

by White_Dominant on Jun 9, 2020
Gay Male

Gym Session - Scott Confirms the Pecking Order ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Abdul sat on the floor of the large gym hallway, waiting for gym class to begin. The hall was packed with teachers as well as other students all his age. The teachers discussed what activities they were going to proceed with. Many of the oth...

Turning the Teacher Ch. 03

by Dave933 on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

Finally, we had everything I had been looking for, and 'Charlotte' and I loaded back into the car, and I drove us back to the home she owned as Charles Wild. It was mid-afternoon. "Okay Charlotte, I think you should wear one of your sexy new outfits this afternoon, but I'll let you pick. Tennis girl or Hawaiian beach babe?" "Um - I think tennis girl," she...

Rex's Horny Halloween Pt. 01

by TeamCravings on Nov 27, 2018
Gay Male

(This new story carries on from, The Wonderful World of Rex) *** Lorna snapped one more photo as the train doors opened. The old frumpy, very tipsy businessman's balding head slid up and down Rex's cock with a gurgling sound. It almost sounded like choking really to Lorna's mind as the buzz of the very large crowd began to fill the carriage. Lorna made a q...

The Hotel Room...

by funguy2223 on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

I have been thinking lately, and think I may have a good idea. I have a proposition for you. You should get on the web and find a bunch of dirty minded middle aged men that live in our general area. Tell them that you are having a 24 hour party and that you have a fully shaved, blindfolded, and handcuffed young guy that they can use any way they like and th...

Bob Handles Mark's Huge Tool Ch. 01

by scrotus on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

I had long fantasized about being involved in a sex situation with more than one guy. I had done several three ways with a woman (two guys and one girl) but they never involved the other guy and I performing on each other. In recent years, I've developed an insane desire to move beyond my several male-male encounters and add a third guy in. This is because o...

Snowed in with Stranger Pt. 01

by Aceginger14 on Mar 2, 2020
Gay Male

The snow as I walked home from work howled and swirled around me. I couldn't see more than an inch in front of me and trusted memory to get home. Even being an average built guy, the snow was chilling me to my core. As I was approaching my apartment, I noticed a gentleman walking towards me, struggling just as much as me. We caught each others eye in passing...

Snowed in with Stranger - New Ending

by Aceginger14 on Apr 21, 2020
Gay Male

The snow as I walked home from work howled and swirled around me. I couldn't see more than an inch in front of me and trusted memory to get home. Even being an average built guy, the snow was chilling me to my core. As I was approaching my apartment, I noticed a gentleman walking towards me, struggling just as much as me. We caught each others eye in passing...

I Hate My Master Ch. 03

by maxpotter on May 1, 2018
Gay Male

Rimming was horrible, but I had no choice. I didn't have choice in anything anymore. Chris was enjoying my work and my humiliation. The only good part was that I was in a relatively easy position so my sore body got to rest some. But at such a high cost. I'm sure Chris dozed while I continued. He was enjoying himself at my expense. After well over an hour...

A Grammar-School Boy Looks Back

by JASONSHOMOEROTICA on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

Reminiscences of a Grammar-School Boy By Jason Land These are the reminiscences of a working class, grammar school boy in the years immediately following the end of the Second World War in May 1945 in the industrial north of England. My name is Jonathan David Robertson and I was born in June 1936 so that in 1945 I was eleven years old. For those of my re...