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.”

“GUYS, GUYS, stop it, stop this now!!!” Nate Webber was squabbling, as his two work buddies, Harvey and Tony held his arms behind him…
…as his other work buddy, Mike, was swiftly working at getting his wingtip shoes off his feet, unlacing them, as he held the man’s calves tightly under one arm. “Come on, I mean it, this isn’t funny!!”
Holding Nate’s right arm super tight behind him with two hands because of the man’s struggles and his squirming, Harvey chuckled, “Sorry Nate, but you lost big time at our card game, and you DID agree to the rules, we all agreed to the rules, that the two winners could do whatever they wanted with and to the loser.”

It was late one evening, recently, Timmy was sitting at his desk at the bank he worked for, completing some correspondence on his laptop. His suit jacket was hanging behind the door to his office, his tie was pulled down, his dress shirt was open with several buttons at the collar and his sleeves were rolled up, showing off his hairy forearms. Timmy had kicked off his tassel loafers and had his feet up on his desk, where he was able to comfortably wiggle his toes in his trademark, thin nylon executive style black dress socks. The banker/lawyer was feeling totally relaxed, as he clicked away on his laptop.

After Miles and his boyfriend, Alex, my two beloved Dominants, had spanked me till their hearts were content (and till my ass was a nice pink/reddish shade) and after I had sucked their cocks and swallowed their loads of sperm, they sent me on my way…in just my white Jockey briefs, my black loafers, a pair of Miles’ white sweat socks, tucked down a bit and my gold Rolex. Besides spanking me as a means of discipline Miles loved humiliating me. And sending me off in the scantily clad state that I was presently in was totally humiliating I must say.