I was walking down by my house the other day while my wife and son were out of town. There was a group of black guys playing football on the street. As I walked by they said hello and I did hello back my eyes looked them over and saw they had pretty sizable cocks and they were partially hard. I watched as they flopped around and it made me stop walking. The guy with what seemed to be the biggest thickest cock stopped and told the others to. He then jumped up and down facing me and saw me eyes fi
Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong
Early the next morning I was standing staring at myself in the bathroom mirror wearing only my pyjama bottoms. I looked like shit. I'd hardly slept all night, my fitful dreams being such a surreal tangle of male imagery that I kept waking, wondering what the hell was happening to me.
In spite of how tired I felt, the irony of what I'd ended up doing in the changing rooms was not
This is a story in a series, but from the perspective of Mitchell, the other man involved in the beach encounter. It reads differently from the viewpoint of the prey.
Mitchell's going swimming.
This was the third time I came to this spot, over a mile from where the popular area where most people went swimming. I often wondered what it would be like to swim naked at the beach somewhere. Of course it would need to be an isolated place. I would never go against
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