Jerry In Prison Part 2 The Temple of Torture
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Jerry Jackson was a nerd. But the lad wasn’t always called that; in grade school the boys called him a ‘ Mama’s boy’, in the Boy Scouts he was called a sissy and in high school he was usually referred to as a wimp.
At age 17, Jerry graduated from Chicago’s Smyth’s High as the school’s brightest student in its 160 year history. He had achieved what no other Valedictorian had: straight A’s or 100% marks in every course entered from Kindergarten to his senior year. Jerry accomplished this by dint of a brilliant academic mind and by getting medical exemptions from all PE classes and sports participation which, had he been enrolled in these studies, he would have failed miserably.
Jerry was a near genius but the effete labels, stamped on him by bullies of both sexes, continued to scar his psyche even as he won the most prestigious awards in academia. What cut Jerry to the quick was not so much the public approbation and humiliation that goes along with all childish name-calling. It was that, in his heart of hearts, Jerry knew it was all true. In fact, he thought of himself not so much a sissy, as a pussy.
These days, through all-inclusive psychology, Jerry would likely be diagnosed as a ‘contrarian youth with opposing but complementary gender-identity issues’ ... aka, a mixed up kid who was a horny sissy.
Although he was a mature male teenage boy by his 17th birthday, Jerry had always thought his true gender was female. He was a guy physically and he had the balls and decent sized morning wood to prove it. But his feelings and certainly what he dreamed about were decidedly female.
And this wasn’t just because at age ten his mum had mentioned to him that after giving birth to his two older brothers, she had desperately wanted a girl. She told him his chosen name would have been Geraldine, but they had to settle for Jerry. That probably reinforced his girlish ways in his preteen years. But he had soft feelings a lot earlier. At age four he played ‘Doctor’ as a naked patient for the little girl next door. He played dress-up for her and three of her older girlfriends; they supplied panties and skirts for Jerry who slipped into the bathroom to change out of boring boy stuff and into glamorous girl garb. The girls had fun dressing him up as one of their own. Jerry even learned how to apply make-up. He just applied powder, rouge and lipstick, but with his long blonde curls he really did look like a little girl.
Years before Jerry hit middle-school, he had developed a rep as a Mama’s boy and was constantly picked on by bullies. He was used to being called sissy and having older boys try to pull his pants down in the schoolyard in front of giggling girls over a dozen times. Lucky for him, each time they tried he managed to escape with only a few inches of his underpants’ elastic hem showing.
He was even luckier that all those times he had been wearing his own boy underpants, not the panties he’d secretly bought at the Dollar Store and which he’d often slept in, stroked his cock in, and even shot his wad in after puberty.
Not that he was unaffected by these taunts and disparaging slurs to his developing manhood. He wanted to be seen as ‘ a real boy’, even though he secretly felt that he was, in his heart of hearts, really a girl. By age 14 he had had many dreams wherein he wore girl’s clothing, stripped naked before boys as well as girls, and even played with boy’s private parts.
When he awoke from the naughtiest of dream about boy balls and cocks, Jerry always found he’d creamed the underpants or panties he’d worn to bed. Once, after an especially naughty dream, his panties were soaked in his cum. He hadn’t been dreaming about naked girls. That was a turning point for the confused young lad. He felt the need to declare his manhood by day. But he dreamed of being a girl at night. He had to deal with this but just didn’t know how. Two years before graduation from high school, when he was fifteen, his family sent Jerry out of state for a few weeks, to the Las Vegas area, where Jerry joined the Boy Scouts in an attempt to pick up manly skills, like lighting a camp fire, trekking in the bush and canoeing. He wanted to prove to himself that, even if he was a sissy-wuss, he could at least appear to be a macho-male teenage boy. Maybe that would help him be a boy and not the girl he really wanted to be. He was conflicted but was trying to solve his problem.
Still, he just couldn’t leave his favorite panties behind and, secretly at night, he’d slip into them after lights out. He made sure he awoke early enough to change out of them and into his pajamas each morning before the other lads in his six-man tent woke up.
What Jerry didn’t realize was that (1) sometimes on hot nights he’d kick the bed covers down a bit and that (2) the Scout Master made tent checks at 1 a.m. to make sure everything was okay with his young charges. That’s how, on the fourth night, Brad, the tall and muscular 22 year-old Scout Master, came to notice Jerry’s pink, lace-hemmed panties as the lad lay on his tummy, thus showing off Jerry’s cute bubble butt. Brad made sure to drop in the next night too and was treated to the panty-clad lad lying on his back with the blanket dropped to mid-thigh which gave Brad a good look at Jerry’s swollen boner tenting those pink panties.
Brad made his move, quietly but firmly. He gently woke Jerry up and shushed the boy as he pointed his flashlight beam at the boy’s panties then back up to Brad’s own grinning face. Brad winked and tapped Jerry on the shoulder letting the boy know he had to follow the Master ( as it turned out, in more ways than one!) Brad made Jerry walk to the Scout Master’s tent in only those pink panties. There Brad spoke in a soft voice but with hard words.
“Jerry, you’ve been very foolish,” began Brad. “ If the lads in your tent ever saw what you’re wearing at night, you’d be teased and jeered at for the next twelve days of camp. You wouldn’t want them to find out, now would you?”
Jerry could tell by the sneering look on the Scout Master face that this was not sympathy being shown; it was blackmail. Jerry hung his head more in fear than shame and nodded his head.
Brad spoke slowly, “ Jerry, you’re a very bright young boy so you must know that for me to keep my mouth shut, you will have to keep yours open.” And with that, Brad placed his hands on the lad’s shoulders and pushed Jerry down to his knees. Then Brad, standing over him, slowly unzipped his pants and tugged his underpants down and out of the way as the Scout Master’s considerable manhood popped out glancing on Jerry left cheek. Only two words from Brad, “ Suck it!”
Jerry had resisted at first. But the lad loved the smell of his own cum when he masturbated at home. Also he had often licked up his own cum from fingers or palm of his hand. He was no stranger to the scent and taste and that always re-energized him to a second and even third erection. This night, kneeling before the Scout Master, was no exception. Brad noted Jerry’s facial expression and body language which told him Jerry was getting as much pleasure out of this as he was. Mischievous thoughts entered Brad’s head.
The rest of camp week was, for the most part, normal. Brad made a couple of late-night visits to help Jerry perfect his cock-sucking skills. He wanted the young lad to be good at it before the traditional final night games when boys will be boys and naughty boys are allowed to be very naughty as they try to prove their manhood.
The game, ‘Soggy Biscuit’, was pretty much standard humiliation and masturbation fare for boys Jerry’s age and younger. The usual rules of the game called for a bunch of boys standing in a circle masturbating over a bun or slice of bread. They would each cum on it and the last one to add his contribution to the now soggy, cum-soaked ‘biscuit’ had to slowly eat it.
But at Scout Camp there would be 24 lads, a whole troop of hormone crazed boys. So Scout Camp rules accommodated the larger than usual number in a few ways. First, two slices of Wonder Bread, not one, would be cum-soaked and eaten as a soggy semen sandwich. Secondly, as Scout tradition demanded, all members of the troop had to participate in Scout activities. So any boy who tried to cop out with some lame excuse would have to pay a forfeit but would still end up playing ‘soggy biscuit’. First year scout campers were not informed of any of this. They were just told they had to play a traditional Boy Scout game or else pay an embarrassing forfeit. Although only the scouts, and not the Master, participated in the game, it was Brad who set the rules. And this year he told the senior scout in charge about a new rule to be added, which made the forfeits much more interesting and amusing.
On the final camp night Brad took Jerry aside before lights-out to tell him to be wearing his panties that night and that he better refuse to play the game everyone was going to play. If he didn’t refuse, Brad would expose him for the little panty-wearing, cock-sucking sissy he really was. Jerry didn’t need to be to twice; he would refuse to play no matter what.
At midnight one boy in each six-person tent took charge, rousting everyone and leading them to an isolated spot where a campfire had already been lit. Next to it, on a tree stump that stood three feet off the ground was a paper plate on which there lay two slices of white Wonder Bread.
The object of the game, but not all the rules, was explained to the first-year campers most of whom were eager to show off their manly prowess. The returning scouts smirked as they knew all but the latest rules about forfeits. Carl, the sixteen-year-old scout in charge, explained it all like this:
“Every boy here has to prove his manhood. If he can’t or won’t, that means he’s a sissy. So I need a pledge from all of you that you’ll play ‘Soggy Biscuit’ by the rules and pledge that the last boy to cum has to eat the biscuit. Signify your pledge now by unzipping your pants, pulling out your manhood, and stroking it to attention before the game begins.”
Some first-timers hesitated but within a minute all the scouts except Jerry had their pants unzipped and hardening cocks on view. Jerry declared his refusal out loud in a whimpering voice. Carl went to Jerry and hissed in his ear, “ Play or pay, sissy scout!” Jerry refused again and boldly said, “You can’t make me.”
That’s when Carl drew everyone’s attention saying, “ I had hoped I wouldn’t have to explain the first forfeit. But I guess Jerry here is making me.” Laughter was heard from some of the older scouts and giggles from the younger ones.
“Okay,” continued Carl as the laughter died down, “ First penalty: any boy who refuses to play ‘Soggy Biscuit’ will be stripped down to his underpants which will be pulled down to his knees for a bare-bottom strapping with a belt. After which the spoil-sport scout will still be forced to masturbate over the biscuit and play our game. So I ask you again, Jerry Jackson, do you refuse to play?”
Jerry was in a real bind now. He had to keep refusing to play because Brad had so much over him. So he answered “ Yes, I still refuse to play.” And so Jerry was stripped, strapped and turned out to be the one who came in last. So he ended up eating the soggy biscuit. Had Jerry suffered the greatest humiliation of his entire 15 year-old life? Or had he enjoyed this humiliation as he pretended in his mind that he really was a girl, a real slut at that, who enjoyed eating the cum of a whole troop of Boy Scouts. Even he did not know for sure which was closer to the truth.
What he did know for sure was, as he dressed and packed for his journey home to Chicago, was that what happened in Vegas, stayed in Vegas, so his secret was safe and his reputation would not suffer.
Jerry Jackson had learned a lot at Boy Scout camp that year. But he was as confused as ever about his manhood. He found out how mean boys could be, how easily he could be blackmailed into doing all sorts of stuff. But, most of all, he learned how being made to do as he was told and being sexually humiliated somehow felt exciting and aroused him.
He tried to put his Las Vegas experience out of his head as he headed back home to Chicago. In high school, Jerry knew enough to keep his head down, avoid sports and get medical exemptions that would spare him from gym classes and keep him out of the boys’ locker room. He was afraid if he was caught with his pants down, so to speak, he’d revert to a submissive state of mind. Unfortunately, his avoiding being seen undressed just made other guys suspicious about Jerry’s sexual preference or at least that he was afraid to be naked among guys. In other words, either gay or a sissy.
So some guys did call him a sissy to his face and worse behind his back. A few girls joined in subtle teasing and not so subtle pranks at Jerry’s expense. Those included trying to pull his pants down in the school hallway. On their first attempt, Jerry managed to dodge them. He ran away but strangely found himself wishing that they’d caught him.
On the girls’ second attempt they failed again. But again Jerry felt he’d missed out on a great opportunity. He decided to arrange his own pants removing dilemma. The next day Jerry made sure he was wearing tight, speedo type underpants ( as close as one can get to panties and still be considered boy underwear) when he deliberately bumped into and even knocked over one of the bully girls who’d been chatting with a bunch of her friends.
Jerry stuttered a sincere apology as he helped the fallen girl up. He looked so shy, guilty, and embarrassed. His act was so convincing that the girls immediately pounced on this easy target. The seven of them surrounded him and pushed him against the bank of lockers. Jerry quickly said he was sorry, but a couple of the girls punched him in the gut and pulled him by the ear as they told him he didn’t know what sorry was but he was about to find out.
Jerry whimpered and looked frightened as he pleaded with them, “ Please, “ he sobbed with real tears falling down his cheeks, “ it was just an accident, don’t hurt me.”
When those girls only laughed and poked him in the balls doubling him over in pain. The girls figured they made their point and turned to leave. But before they could, Jerry cried out, “ Please, don’t pull down my pants, I am really sorry.” Jerry had decided to use reverse psychology a la Uncle Remus and Br’er Rabbit’s Briar Patch ploy.
“Please don’t embarrass me that way,” Jerry pleaded, “ I said I was sorry. Don’t pull down my pants.”
That’s all the girls needed to hear. Three of them grabbed their sissy captive as two others yanked his jeans right down to his feet. What they saw make them giggle and whistle appreciatively. Jerry speedo underpants were tenting and it was very impressive.
Flashing humiliation did not stop there, though. Jerry blushed for real, but his heart was beating a mile-a-minute in excitement, not shame. He reacted to his dilemma in a manner as confusing to the girls as his own feelings were to him. Jerry cupped his hands over his bulging crotch, but at the same time, whimpered, “ Please girls, don’t make me take off my underpants too.”
He could just as well have attached an RSVP to that pathetic plea. One girl grinned and stepped right up to Jerry, grabbed his pulsating package through his speedo and said, “ Okay, you don’t take your underpants off.” paused for a few seconds then added, “ until you cum into them.”
As she massaged and stroked his hard cock, she added, “and make sure you shoot a full load. We want your panties to be soaking wet!” It took about three minutes for her demand to be met, during which time her gang of girl-bullies kept Jerry hidden from view. They wanted to keep his torment all to themselves.
When Jerry had cum at last his masturbation Mistress smiled softly and said, “ Okay, you can take your panties off now ... and then shove them into your mouth.” To their amazement, Jerry did as he was told. But he had to slip off his shoes to get his pants off before removing his speedos. Jerry stood in the hallway stripped naked from the waist down, his mouth now stuffed with a cum-soaked pair of underpants. All this time, Jerry was crying as if he was scared at what he’d be made to do next. But for now, his tormentors were satisfied and the main bully-bitch told him to leave his speedo panties in his mouth for now, but to put his jeans back on before anyone else sees what a sissy he is.
They left him, moving away one at a time, so that Jerry had a minute to get dressed again. That’s when the opening bell rang and Jerry, underpants still in his mouth, had to rush to homeroom for the morning sign-in. There the teacher called out each student’s name and awaited a ‘here’ response and hand up before checking them off for the attendance roll. “Jerry Jackson” the teacher called. Jerry’s hand went up but all he could say was ‘ Mmsrrehtff’.
Some of the kids laughed at him. But one girl, the youngest of the seven who had just accosted Jerry in the hall, was sitting in the back of the class and shouted out, “ I think he’s chewing gum, teacher. That must be a really big wad he has in his mouth. Maybe he should spit it out.”
But the teacher ignored her and continued calling other names until the first dismissal bell rang. Now Jerry had a chance to slip into to boys’ washroom and remove the panty-gag. In a toilet stall he took the speedo out of his mouth and was about to stuff it into the back pocket of his jeans when he paused, held the cum-soaked panties to his nose, sniffed, smiled and then put the panties-speedos into his back pocket.
Jerry’s contrary gender feelings were to continue all through high school. He cleverly managed to get bullies, especially girls, to privately humiliate him, mostly by his being stripped, spanked, and forced to masturbate then eat his own cum. Always his torment took place in private areas of the school, like locker rooms, washrooms, janitor’s closet, empty classrooms etc. Or else he’d be confronted in secluded areas near the school, like the wooded park that stretched for a few blocks. These girls were tough bullies but they weren’t stupid. They knew they’d get into trouble if any of their antics went too far and were seen in public.
Jerry’s reluctant but coerced reaction each time made it look like he hated it. In fact, he often put up a feeble fight which he always clumsily lost on purpose. Of course, that just encouraged his bully attackers to push him further and further. Each time, in the end, Jerry let them do whatever they wanted.
The odd thing is, Jerry really did hate it, but it was a sort of hate-love addiction for him and as horrible as it felt during his abuse, it felt just as wonderful after and it left him wanting more. It was an act of submission to his contrarian dilemma. For him it was win-win. His rep as a wimp was reinforced, he’d get excitingly humiliated, and everyone assumed he was a regular guy who was such a scaredy-cat, he could be bullied into very embarrassing situations. Only a dozen or so bully-girls and a lot more bully guys actually put Jerry through the wringer. But it was rumored throughout school that Jerry was a wuss and easy to pick on.
By graduation day, Jerry Jackson had been maltreated and humiliated many times. He’d also had lots of nasty nicknames given to him by bully boys and babes. Most of the student body just called him ‘genius Jerry the jerk’ because they’d seen the straight-’A’ student being so shy and clumsy; also they’d heard about, but not witnessed, some of his humiliating adventures. Most of his school mates only mocked him behind his back.
But the most horrible nicknames Jerry had to endure were addressed right to his face by the bullies themselves: ‘Jerry Jack-off-son’ was one. ‘Jerry-Fairy’ was another. The worst came from the girls who first accosted him and continued for years to get him to strip in the girls’ washroom and told him to take on a metro-sexual look, that is, shave his pubes like a little sissy-slut girl. They called him all sorts of wimp, sissy, nerd type nicknames too but what really got Jerry was their sing-song reciting of this sadistic jingle:
‘Hairy-Jerry, he’s not scary! He shaves his balls like a fairy That’s because he is so wary Of the scissors which we carry. After school he dare not tarry, Lest we maul and de-ball Jerry.
For we’ll cut off his family jewels Should he ever break our rules. He must have no pubic hair And so we often strip him bare. We must make sure that there Is not a single hair down there.
If Jerry dares have hairy nuts, He’ll find that our scissor cuts Off that which makes him a boy. His manliness we will destroy. So much fun we would all enjoy If he became our eunuch toy.
It was only teasing, of course, and it was only sung when no one else was around except Jerry and his bully-bitches. But to make it seem real, one of the girls occasionally would have a large pair of sheers in her purse when they pulled Jerry into the girls’ washroom, made him strip naked for pubic hair inspection and would use the sheers’ blades to lift his balls back and forth to get a better view. Jerry soon got to enjoy his prissy pubic shaving routine almost as much as these mock-scary surprise inspections that happened unannounced two or three times a month.
On occasion Jerry would also be dragged into the boys’ gym locker room, forced to strip and then mocked for his lack of manly hair ( the girls had also insisted Jerry keep his armpits hair-free too ) The boys weren’t as cruel as the girls, but they did treat Jerry to bare ass towel whipping as they laughed and jeered at the poor lad.
That was Jerry’s high school sissy-humiliation experience. He managed to keep it secret from the teachers and school administrators who saw the boy as a quiet, shy but brilliant student. Jerry graduated magna cum laude. The bully girls once made Jerry ejaculate into a full Starbuck’s coffee mug and then drink it all down. So they sneeringly referred to the scaredy-cat scholar as graduating ‘ Mocha Cum Latte ‘.
Jerry was still divided in his mind, body and soul as to his gender-bender ID and inexplicable enjoyment and sexual arousal at being humiliated and forced into sissy circumstances. He wanted to leave all this behind as he prepared for his freshman year at Harvard. In another state, where no one knew him or his history of sissy-taunting, he might be able to come to some resolution of his split dread-desire dilemma.
Jerry knew he had to choose one way or the other: To be a man or to be unmanned; that was his question. “ Aye, there’s the rub...” he thought to himself as he stroked his hard cock beneath the panties he was wearing under his jeans. They were the pink panties one of the bully girls had given him as a mock graduation present. Little did that girl know how Jerry treasured them.
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I don’t know why but I was a bit nervous as I got off the bus and walked up the street to Mrs Robert’s house. I was sweating in the heat and realised I was a little bit early but decided to go along anyway.As I approached the house which was in a leafy street in one of the better parts of town I noticed Mrs Roberts pottering around in her well kept front garden, she hadn’t noticed me standing by the front gate as she had her back to me so I stood quietly soaking up the atmosphere.From what I...
Roger explained that the room wasn’t ready yet so there was no rush in making a decision and he wouldn’t be advertising it which was a great relief as I didn’t want to make a quick decision especially as things were looking better with Bev, he was so kind and considerate even inviting me over any time I wanted any physio or just to hang out, for me it was a win/win situation.“How are the hips this morning son?” he asked as I was getting dressed and I had to compliment him on his expert...
Time had to move on and eventually she reached forward and with one hand she cupped my balls while the other wrapped around the shaft gently pulling the skin back exposing the swollen head which for some reason looked bigger as it glistened with precum.She gently squeezed my balls feeling every inch like she was counting my pubic hairs with her fingers while she just held on to the shaft with the other, “Mmm Jerry, your testicles feel so nice Jerry, no lumps” she said which was reassuring and...
I went up to shower before dinner and didn’t even think about shutting the bathroom door, why would I anyway as Bev was cooking plus it’s not that kind of household, privacy is not only hard to come by its also deemed unnecessary. I was happily soaping my body and as often happens was a bit over zealous in the nether regions but then my parents had always instilled in me to give that area a good clean, it’s something that has stayed with me all these years so it was no surprise that I ended up...
Mia was doing a great job and I wasn’t backwards at telling her, she loved the encouragement and was eager to know what was next.“Ok Mia, your doing great, now I want you to face me and bend down so I can check your shoulders and back, you can hold on to my hips for support” I said giving her then next set of instructions, “OK sir” she replied enthusiastically and spun around straight away noticing my shorts were halfway down my legs.“Oops sir, your shorts are down” she said with a giggle as...
It was a lovely evening so I decided to have a walk home to familiarise myself with the area as I didn’t know it too well. I took a shortcut through a small leafy park and found I was bursting to use the toilet and luckily tucked away in the corner I saw an old toilet block, happy days.I walked in and with only some old guy standing at the urinal I happily pulled my cock out the top of my shorts and let out a big sigh of relief as I emptied my bladder.I wasn’t paying much attention to the old...
**REPOST**Beverley had stayed at her friends house last night so I missed out on my early morning coffee so had to get my arse out of bed to make it myself, I even had to forego my early morning wank as by the time I had made the coffee my morning wood had subsided.My dear sister had asked me to stay home this morning as she had the landlords agent sending someone round to do an inspection which was nice of her to leave me to deal with it but as I had nothing planned I figured it would be...
I wasn’t sure if Lynn had ever seen a cock before but there was no mistaking I was aroused, “WOW Jerry” she sighed softly as she looked at my angled bulge, my shorts were a snug fit and I was only glad the button was holding out. Lynn giggled as she looked at the pulsing bulge, “Have you ever seen a penis before Lynn” I asked with a cheeky wink and she looked up at me taking another gulp of her beer.“It’s not something I am really interested in” she replied confirming her sexuality and I...
I had a feeling today was going to be a good day and after my morning routine with my dear sister which involved taking my daily pill I got an alert from Sophie that I had a booking come in from a lady called Alice who wanted me to look at some odd jobs for her. She gave me the heads up that when she booked me online she gave her age as 48 and occupation as school teacher, I just hoped she wasn’t one of my old teachers although I don’t remember an Alice, Sophie also remined me to take a...
She reached forward taking hold of my stiff shaft, her little fingers wrapping around it like a glove as she gently pulled the skin back giggling as the swollen head popped out of it’s cover, a little droplet of precum oozing out the tip. I lifted my legs up over the arms of the chair giving her better access and OMG when I felt the warmth of her lips as they enveloped my helmet shivers ran right through my body.She looked up at me as her tongue scooped the surface of my helmet and I felt the...
“That was something else, thank you Jerry” Lou said as she recovered her breath, I pulled myself off as my cock softened and helped the old lady to her feet, her dress falling back into place she left the room.I got myself dressed and gave Mia my phone number telling her to call me to arrange the fitness program.Lou returned with an envelope and gave me a hug, “Thank you very much Jerry” she said softly and I was simply happy to have helped.After a brief conversation it appeared that Mia didn’t...
“Come on Bev, lets do some girly shopping” Sam said which excited my sister, “Ella has homework to do” she continued which Ella accepted, “Can I help you with it?” I asked trying to break the ice and make her forget about her mummy going shopping without her, Ella smiled sweetly, “Hmm, yes please Jerry” she replied and I told her to call me Jez, “Thanks Jez” she said with a giggle as she sat on the sofa and got a couple of books out her bag, “I do love your shorts Jez” she said softly with a...
“I can sort this out for you son” he said softly and I was so happy that a guy I had just met was happy to sort out some issues I have had for a while, “Really?” I asked and my head felt so relaxed right now.He spun me back around and told me so technical jargon about interlinking muscles which quite frankly went straight over my head, “A few exercises and gentle massage should make you right” he said smiling as I stood in front of him again, my only concern was my cock was bulging under my...
I must say Abi did look familiar and I think she recognised me from school, “I know you don’t I?” she asked as she moved to the edge of her seat and I could feel her eyes burning through me, my cock was starting to twitch under my shorts, “Did you go to St Mary’s?” she asked and I had to confess I did, she giggled..“Ah yes, I saw Emily Bradshaw giving you a blow job in the library” she quipped with a giggle, “Dead jealous I was” she said as her gaze seemed to land on my impending erection, I...
I had just gotten off work and it had been a bad day so I stopped at Duke’s for a wind-down drink. I was halfway through my vodka tonic when she came in. She being my wife’s best friend Addison. I was in a back corner and it was a bit dark and I hoped the Addie wouldn’t see me sitting there. No such luck. She scanned the room like she was looking for someone in particular, spotted me and headed my way as I thought “Fuck! Just what I need right now.” She walked up to me and asked if I would...
My young cock was already bursting under my boxers as Anna made the first move pulling her top off over her head, OMG her nipples were sticking out of her flat chest and I must have looked like a privileged schoolboy as I froze staring at them, she looked down at my bulging shorts and giggled under her breath at the sight of my bulge pulsing but my focus was on this woman in front of me.You got to understand that at my young age I hadn’t seen that many women naked let alone someone of Anna’s...
I left Terri and Bev to get on with it knowing that they would end up crashing out in Bev’s bed, I know her too well.I was beat and I couldn’t leave Tiffany alone all night so decided to go back upstairs and kip with her, I was drained and needed a rest.I crept up the stairs and into the bedroom and Tiff hadn’t moved a muscle so I lifted up the sheet and suck in beside her, feeling someone get into bed she shifted onto her side and put an arm around my back, so sweet I just drifted off.It was...
When I met Jerry at work I knew there was something different about him he was average in looks and was about 5 foot 7 140 pounds he was all skin and bone but what was special about him is that he was hiding a huge package in his pants the first time I noticed it is when we took a shower and I noticed that his flaccid penis Was well over 7 inches long and look to have a circumference of 6 inches to say the least it was impressive he was soaping up his penis as he was taking his shower and I...
My name is Jerry, and I'm a 42 year old and own a successful architecturefirm, employing over 50 people. I have married for 19 years, most of whichhave been happy.I do have an eye for the ladies, and Mary, my wife couldn't help butnotice. She is very jealous and keeps a close eye on me.We are still having sex but it's been getting a little routine. For thelast year and a half I have had a wonderfully discrete affair with Marsha,who has added a lot more interest to my sex life. I had been...
Mary Mary Quite Contrary by Janet L. Stickney Mary Hanover was not a woman to mess with, or so she thought. As the highest rated student in school, head Cheerleader, and a true to life Goddess, she had it all, and a rich father that spoiled her just made it worse. She was spoiled to her core and we all knew it, but there wasn't much we could do about it. Until I came up with an idea. My name is Jason Grant, I'm a junior in high school, 16 years old, I'm 5' 7" tall, weigh about...
I sent a message through to Bev to tell her the flat had now been taken and all is sorted and she replied with a smiley face telling me she would be late home as going to see her girlfriend after work, perfect seeing as I had to look after Tiffany.I had a nap and a quick shower before putting on my boxers and vest totally forgetting that the button had gone but my vest was long enough to cover any embarrassment so after making some special squash for my visitor I grabbed a beer and put the TV...
I had my lovely wake up from my dear sister with a fresh cup of coffee and a wank which she assisted with by squeezing my balls and finishing off by taking my early morning load, she loves her morning intake of vitamins and I just prayed it becomes regular as I cant think of a better way to start the day.“Enjoy your day with Roger” she said sincerely as she left for work.I had a nice hot shower and with it being warm I threw on a pair of white sports shorts and a tight-fitting sleeveless vest,...
“Those cucumbers are huge! – What high school dude would have a cock that big?” Bob asked. “Um…. Like most of us! – Your dick doesn’t get that big when it’s fully hard dude?” I said. “Uh no it doesn’t. – Are you serious? – Yours gets that fat when you’re hard?” Bob said nervously. “Hell no! – I was just fucking with you man! – You should see the look on your face. – If I really had a cock that big, do you think I’d be here at the game with you’re dumb ass?” I said. “I don’t know?...
I was surprised to get a response from the advert I placed months ago for odd jobs, it was from an old guy called Bert who sent me a lovely email which showed that the guy was genuine. He was 72 and widowed, he lived alone in a little one-bedroom bungalow and because of his age and the usual aches and pains he found it hard to do the odd jobs around the house. He was honest, he told me he couldn’t afford to pay me much but hoped that out of the kindness of my heart that I would help the old...
Debby was a lovely person and looked far better in the flesh than in her picture, she was indeed very polite and had a sophisticated manner about her, what the hell was she looking for work for unless she was just in it for the benefits. She looked smart in a crisp white blouse and knee length black skirt which showed off the rounded curves of her arse, Mmm… genuinely nice indeed.She had a really nice house which was spotless and she took great pride in showing us photo’s of Abi, “She can be...
Waking up is becoming much more pleasurable and sometimes surprising and waking up to my sister’s smiling face is always somewhat arousing, today along with my fresh coffee was a pill and a tape measure.I think she was taking her monitoring duties too seriously but if it meant her measuring my dick every morning then who am I to complain and I can always supply the goods as I looked down at my morning wood barely covered by the thin sheet.I took the pill with a mouthful of coffee and I noticed...
“For fucks sake Beverley” I shouted across the room at my annoying sister, “I know I have two week, I will be out of your hair” I continued getting pissed off at my dominating sister who I made a promise to 3 years ago when I moved in that I would be out by my 18th and that was now just 3 weeks away.Let me start by giving you a bit of background, my name is Jerry or Jez and I am fast approaching my 18th which I am quite excited about apart from having to get out from my sisters clutches. Don’t...
Angelica had downed the first glass of merlot before the bath was even half full. What a day! What a terrible terrible day! A bath and bottle of wine were just what the doctor ordered. She poured a dash of herbal bubble bath into the flow of water. The water turned blue, the calming lavender and heather aroma permeated the air and clouds of bubbles formed on the surface. Angelica poured herself another glass of wine. Glancing in the mirror she caught sight of tear tracks under her eyes. She...
SupernaturalSome of the students in that particular class were somewhat the worse for wear when Mr. Miller returned. Christine Fulton, for example, was sporting a torn shirt that exposed her left breast for all to see. She made no effort to cover herself up as her hormones were still raging after having ravaged Justin Campbell. This was a rather odd coupling given that Justin was president of the school Chess Club while Christine was the school’s head cheerleader. At this moment, however, Christine...
Angelica had downed the first glass of merlot before the bath was even half full. What a day! What a terrible terrible day! A bath and bottle of wine were just what the doctor ordered. She poured a dash of herbal bubble bath into the flow of water. The water turned blue, the calming lavender and heather aroma permeated the air and clouds of bubbles formed on the surface. Angelica poured herself another glass of wine. Glancing in the mirror she caught sight of tear tracks under her eyes. She...
I walked into The Flamingo Lounge on the Block. I was bored at work, so I took the afternoon off last Friday to see the dancers. Hell, to touch and fondle the dancers. It was early June, and warm, over 90 degrees, so the street was quiet. I hurried to get from my car in the parking garage to the coolness of the basement bar. The Flamingo Lounge, like most of the clubs on the Block, was a nude club. You could go in and just watch the ladies dance, if you wanted. The ladies come by and talk to...
Mom got home at the same time as when Kit and Jane got home. Kit gave mom and me each a nice bouquet of flowers. Jane gave a bouquet of flowers to Marie. We had to go to Jane's room to unpack the bags and bags. First Jane went to her dresser and emptied every drawer into trash bags. Then she did the same for the closet. The only things she kept were the sports shoes and socks. Everything else went into the trash bags. She said, "We will give the bags of old stuff to the Salvation Army."...
Surfaces crumble when bedrock shifts. Day to day impetus dies. Holding the quotidian, efforts not to fuck up, to become outrageous or insane or illegal or at the least improper loses grip. For instance getting stumbling drunk before heading to work because your best friend found some guy reveals the fragile integrity of a wounded soul. Three shots of tequila (the others had two), two bottles of Dos Equis (the others had one beer) and secret shots of a fancier tequila while feigning bathroom...
Well Jerry got laid off at work to my disappointment so I could no longer see him strut his huge cock in the showers.I was not sure if he would ever get called back so I went over to his house to console him and try to up his spirits! When I got there he was already pretty drunk and was walking around in his underwear showing a huge basket. I said dude you look huge in those shorts..you have seen my cock he said you know how big I am, can you believe my wife is leaving me for a guy with a 6...
So I am a nudist now eh! Well at least that solves the problem of what to wear for the interview process and as I hadn’t even got dressed from my shower I didn’t have too much preparation so I sent a quick reply.. “Hi Andi, yes can interview you this morning” and it was seconds before she replied, “See you soon x” which was an interesting use of the ‘x’, was it a sign of endearment for a job interview?I decided that it may not be appropriate to answer the door naked so I slipped...
I gave her another big glass of squash although she was already feeling pretty relaxed and noticed the lack of activity had forced my cock to droop and hang down which was again something that fascinated her and while we were having a little break from the assessment I decided to finalize the sleeping arrangements throwing out a suggestion to monitor the response, “So Mel, you can sleep in my bed and I will have the sofa, is that ok for you? I asked putting it out there, she looked up at me,...
I asked Mel to stand up with her back to me and she giggled when she saw her friend sitting there with her legs wide open and what turned me on was that she had improvised the method my running her hands up the inside of her thighs holding the pose for a while when her fingers reached the top, OMG her little fingers were pressed hard against her tight gusset as she closed her eyes and started her breathing exercises, wonderful.“Ok Mel” I said softly as I looked at her from behind, “Spread your...
Alan soon became more comfortable as we finished off the pizza, I got up to get another beer and my semi arousal was obvious from the tent pole in the front of my vest, I could see both Alan and Tiff look as I walked past. I got the jug and refilled their glasses too before sitting down on my chair.“What training do you do sir?” he asked, “I don’t mind doing some training sir if you want me to sir” he continued and I was happy for him to join in.I told him it was mainly muscle condition...
I poured Tiffany a big pint glass of ice-cold squash and saw her face light up when I handed it to her, “Drink up” I said with a giggle, “It’s very refreshing and will relax your muscles” I continued and she put her books to one side and took a big gulp of her drink, “Mmm sir, this is so refreshing” she sighed softly as she continued to finish the glass, “Thank you sir” she said softly handing me the glass and getting back to her books.I decided to let that drink settle while she finished off...