Monday, December 31, 2012

New Year’s Eve

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Zach rang the bell. The handsome 20 year old frat guy ran his tongue over his teeth, straightened his tie, ran his hand through his short blond hair and adjusted his crotch. This was going to be the best New Year’s Eve ever! There had been several options available to him: a wild party at the frat house, a huge rave at the hottest club in town – and a rendezvous with one of the sexiest girls he had ever met. Of course he had chosen option three. Who wouldn’t? The thought of driving his huge dick into the pretty blonde’s hole gave him an instant hard-on.

The door opened, and the girl of Zach’s dreams smiled at him.

“Hi”, Eve said, running her hand through her long, blond hair. She was 19 years old, and she looked amazing. Her black dress was made of some see-through fabric, and she wasn’t wearing underwear. Zach gulped as he looked her up and down, taking in the sight of her big breasts with their erect nipples, and the glimpse of her honey pot.

“I guess you like what you see, huh?” Eve giggled as she glanced at Zach’s very obvious erection that was straining his jeans.

Zach cleared his throat, his eyes fixed on the treasure between Eve’s thighs. “Hi”, he said in a throaty voice.

“Follow me, stud”, Eve smiled. She turned around and walked through the hallway.

Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Sexy Santa and his nutcrunching elves: How the elves saved Christmas

Warning: Can contain traces of egg nog.

The North Pole lay quiet and still on this beautiful Christmas afternoon. Another business year for Santa and his little helpers had come to end, and all that was left after the letter reading, gift wrapping, sleigh riding, chimney jumping and stocking stuffing was the book keeping which – thank goodness – had been outsourced to the South Pole years ago.

The part time elves and guest workers had left their quarters and gone home (wherever that was) for a couple of months to come back when the 2013 season started. The workers’ houses were dark, only the headquarters were ablaze with light.

A dozen of senior elves had convened in the common room on the first floor. Each and every one of them was an experienced and stalwart fellow, having been in attendance for a couple of decades. They were a jolly bunch of slender, petite, gracefully built guys who looked as if they had just come of age even though they a lot older. That was one of the advantages of being an elf: The aging process stopped right after puberty. All of them were fair-haired, with blue eyes and delicate features. In any other world, they would have been subjected to name-calling and bullying for their sissy-like appearance. But here, they were the masters of a magical universe of enchantment and gaiety.

Their striking resemblance made them virtually indistinguishable – especially to the new Santa who kept confusing their names. Well, the new Santa wasn’t exactly new. This was his tenth season – but still, everything seemed new and exciting.

Thursday, December 20, 2012

All about Adam

Adam kissed Christopher on the lips. “You are very cute, you know that?” he whispered.

Christopher blushed. Just like Adam, he was 17 years old. And just like Adam he had blond hair and blue eyes. But unlike Adam, Christopher was a virgin.

Today at school, Adam had approached him. He had looked at him with his sexy blue eyes, and they had talked about this and that. And then, out of the blue, Adam had asked him if he wanted to come to his house and “play”. Christopher had known right away what “playing” meant, and even though he’d never thought that his first time would be with a boy, Christopher had agreed.

And here they were, both of them wearing their school uniform, blue trousers, white shirts, a red tie and a blue jacket.

Adam ran his hand through Christopher’s hair and french-kissed the shy, blond boy. Without breaking the kiss, he undid the top button of Christopher’s pants.

Thursday, December 13, 2012

Father and son

Featured in this story: Leo (click for pictures)

When Leonard Ferguson came home after a few hours at the skate park, he knew that there would be no-one to greet him. His mom and his older sister Maggie were away for a couple of days, and Leo’s dad was playing basketball with his buddies like he did every Wednesday.

Leo grabbed a bowl of pasta from the fridge and put it into the microwave. A few minutes later he was sitting in front of the TV, watching one of his “Jackass” DVDs and eating pasta.

His mom wasn’t very good at cooking – but her meat-ball sauce was great. The tall, lanky skater loved it. He had taken off his oversized t-shirt so that it didn’t get tomato stains on it, and after a couple of minutes, his cleanly shaven chest was sprinkled with red sauce. When he was finished, he put the plate on the floor and leaned back, playing with his smart phone while watching the absurd and sometimes painful antics that played on the big TV screen.

Thursday, December 6, 2012

Painful treatment

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Note: This is a sequel to Doctor’s orders.

Featured in this story: Chad and Sammy (click for pictures)

Charles Wulf, nicknamed Chad, walked into Dr. Brown’s office, hoping that the doctor wasn’t in. Aside from Dr. Brown’s obvious hygienic problems (the man had a terrible breath and his mustache looked like it doubled as a food storage facility…), Chad held him responsible for the painful treatment he had endured over the past five weeks.

He had seeked help when a terrible sex accident had left his balls bloated and bruised, and his sperm count at zero. Chad had hoped for some pills maybe or some soothing lotion – instead he had gottan a prescription for a series of deep tissue massages that made his tender bits ache even more. He sincerely doubted that this was going to help him get his sex life back on track. On the other hand: What were his options? So, grudgingly, he had endured five weeks of bi-weekly massages, administered by an eager nurse, Samuel Rosenthal, who definitely knew how to hit his pressure points.

Chad grimaced. Today was the last massage. Thank God. He hadn’t had sex in five weeks, and – at 30 years old – being in his sexual prime, he definitely needed release. The first massage had drained his nuts dry. But after that, he hadn’t been allowed shot his load. And Sammy had made it pretty clear what he’d do to him if he didn’t follow the orders…