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I barely saw the rest of his apartment as we locked lips, and Tony pushed my back against the door. His hand was in my jeans again, and I was more than happy to let him stay there until he pulled my cock free of my boxers. "You are way too dressed," Tony informed me as his hands now moved to my jeans to pull them down. "I agree," I told him as I started to help him undress me. I was stripped down to my skin while Tony still sported his jockstrap. As I slid my fingers between the waistband and his skin, he covered my hand with his own. "It stays on," Tony tells me. I raise an eyebrow as I looked him in the eye. "My cock is fine," he assured me. "But for the first time," he said as he moved my hand back to holding his ass. "I get fucked with it on," Tony explained. "And the next time?" I asked as I massaged his globes. I was pressing him up against my cock that must have been leaking by now. "Well,

I watched the guy next door as he walked into his living room that was facing my balcony. I sipped my cooling coffee as he looked around before he saw me looking at him. I expected him to walk away or pull the blinds that all homes come with these days leaving me to find something else as good looking to admire. Instead, he looks back at me giving me more time to appreciate the body that he clearly spends time on. His very baggy tank top was more like a piece of cloth with three huge holes in it. It showed off more skin than it covered. I pushed myself off the railing as I watched him remove it with just one arm, in one smooth motion, to show off the rest of his broad chest. He then rubbed said shirt over his nipples, pecks, taut waistline, and flexing arms. I had a feeling this was going to be the end of my show. He might wave or just turn his back as he walked away for a shower. I was soon proved half right. The guy dropped the wet shirt and his hands drifted to the wai

"How about we use him for May?” "What criteria are we using for the order of the photos?” I asked instead. ”The more erect the cock, the further in the year it is placed,” he answered me. ”He looks pretty hard to me, and you want him in May?” I asked. He picks up the photo and looks at it to make sure of something before putting it back down. ”He’s not hard yet. He has a big dick,” he explained before reaching for another photo to show me. My heart stopped before the blood started to pulse in my pussy. ”I’m not working on a fashion calendar am I?” I asked him as I looked at something I haven't even seen in any magazine. Fashion or skin. ”It is a jockstrap calendar,” he explained as I continued to stare at the black and white close up of a jockstrap failing to do its job completely and evidence that the wearer didn't care by way of the droplet that hung off to the side of a cock that could be called a tree. ”An erotic, by mail only, jockstrap calenda

“I stumbled across this cutie on a forum,” I said as I handed over his photo. “His name was Kris, and he had those cute blonde ringlets on one side of his face with the rest being pulled back into a ponytail. He had a mole on his right cheek, and I didn't bother asking him if it was real or fake. It suited him as much as the mass of curls that crowned his head. His chest was as flat as his ass was ample,” I said as I was given back his photo. “I see,” she said with a smile. “Do you normally search for new staff members online?” Ms. Yards asked with a measure of interest. “I wasn't looking for anyone new at the time,” I told her honestly. “We try to get our staff from the agency, but once in a while we find a wild one,” I told her with a smile. “During our interviews, we ask all our potential maids to pick an outfit from a set that is kept on hand to see how daring they were to start with. Kris chose a black corset topped uniform. It was lined with white ruffles along

I pulled my short cape a little closer to my form as I walked down a hallway that continued to be drafty even after I had three different contractors here to try and find the problem. They didn't find anything, but as it got colder outside, this draft has become unacceptable. I am going to let Mom and Dad know that I would be making an appointment with a window installer to have all the windows replaced along this hallway. That might fix the issue, or they may find something in the aging structure that would explain this. I turned the corner and walked down another hallway that seemed to have less air whipping against my clothing. I suddenly had sympathy for our staff who had to walk along these drafty hallways more than we did. But this has always been an issue so we made sure that their outfits during this time of the year were more protective. We made available more traditional and old-fashioned maid outfits and what was once worn by butlers. Some of the male maids wea

Hello everyone.  I took some time and edited the story and now the .pdf is up over at Scribd. Watch, But Won't Touch (homoerotic) by JemGirl on Scribd Later. :)