The Hammer

Posted on: March 26, 2009
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The Hammer: Part IBy Mr. KinkThe bell rang for the end of another day at school. I had been daydreaming about a guy on the football team everyone loved. If you saw him you would know why. Standing at six feet and two inches, muscular, dark piercing eyes and a five o’clock shadow that always seemed to linger on his chiseled jaw, his name was Riley but everyone called him the hammer. Riley was the king of our school, he got on the honor roll every semester, quarterback of the football team and he had fucked almost all the girls in my graduating class, a real man’s man. The bell had rang but I needed to stay behind. My dick was so hard inside my jeans, I didn’t want to embarrass myself by walking out of the class room into a hallway of people with a raging boner trying to escape my pants.So I sat there as the classroom emptied and soon I was alone with my cock too hard to walk. I finally got up the courage and walked into the hallway with a jacket over my arm and I crossed my arms in front of me so as not to draw attention. I made my way to the boy’s room and into one of the stalls. Now I had some privacy. I leaned against a wall in the stall and unzipped my pants. I rubbed my meat that already had pre-cum oozing out of the tip, wiping it up ...

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A Quiet Night In

Posted on: March 26, 2009
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I looked over at his handsome face, his eyes squinting to read the digital cable menu. It was 7pm on a Friday night, but we weren’t going out. Mike had to be at work in the morning. So here we were, in bed with our books and remotes all settled for a quiet night in. “Do you wanna watch Scrubs?” he asked blinking tiredly at me. That’s when I noticed the bags under his eyes. My poor boyfriend was working himself to the point of exhaustion all so I could focus on getting my degree. I couldn’t help myself. I leaned over and kissed him sweetly on the lips. “So that’s a yes on Scrubs?” he said looking amused. “What ever you want is fine with me babe.” I answered as I snuggled in a little closer to him. “For once you don’t have an opinion about what we watch? What’s up?” I laughed and put my head on his shoulder. He was so warm and comfortable, lying in bed in his raggy sweatpants and threadbare t-shirt. For some reason it was all just such a turn on. “I’m just happy to be with you, I honestly don’t care what we watch tonight.” He smiled at me and put his arm around me, running his nails up and down my bare back lazily, after a minute his strokes were becoming a little harder, his hand dipping below the waist band of my pajama pants, over my ass and back up again. ...

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Suburban Dads

Posted on: March 26, 2009
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Suburban DadsChris was my neighbor. Our back yards actually touched at an angle of the cul-de-sac subdivision where we each lived with our wives and family. We were both family men with kids. He was a doctor with four small children and I was a rising executive with a large corporation with three young sons.Over a period of several years, Chris and I became good friends in that way that you develop and have a good neighborhood friend. We borrowed tools from each other, went to the same neighborhood parties, did the manly gossip of sports and politics, and occasionally would drink some beers together. Our wives were buddies and shopped together, baby-sat for each other and spent a lot of time together at various of the typical neighborhood functions. Chris and I rarely spent time together without there being kids or wives around as well.We were just your typical neighborhood husbands. Chris was ever busy with his growing medical practice with lots of his time at the hospital and I did a lot of travel, around the country. I was the ever-faithful hubby at home and would never have gotten my pants off in any situation, a great believer that you “never do it on your own doorstep”. When I was out of town, however, I enjoyed being a bit of a bad boy when I had the chance to play, and it was seldom with another female! I had ...

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