Doug Deeson's musings

You asked me what would I do with you, if I could and I’ve thought about it. I think, if you weren’t already naked when I arrive, and I would ask you to be, then I’d start with slowly stripping you down, dragging your clothes off your body, pulling your tee shirt up and over your head, pausing as each new feature of your torso is revealed to revel in it.   Sucking nipples, nibbling them, licking pits, biceps, then down across your lats to your hips, with my hands tugging on your tight pants, turning you around, so your ass is in my face, as I pull your pants down and off your ass, my tongue reaching out almost involuntarily, reflexively to flick your cheeks, using my hands to spread you, and delving with my tongue into those full cheeks and the treasure that lay between them. Pulling your pants, still further down, and off over your feet, caressing your calves and thighs as I trace my way back up your legs.   And just as I get to your ass, spinning you again so that you’re...

Joshua came awake, sweating and panting.  He could feel the blood rushing through his veins.  He could feel his erection, so hard it was almost painful.  He recalled his dream only vaguely.  Tall lean men surrounded him, caressing him, long hair flowed around them, brushing his skin, he could still feel it’s sensual touch, their warm breath, their soft ethereal touch.  This was the third night in a row he’d had this dream.  This exact dream.  The last few weeks, ever since he’d woken up in the forest, he’d had variations on the that dream.  Erotically charged and incredibly realistic.  He’d wake each night with a powerful erection, sometimes with cum on his body, but mostly just hard and sweaty, like tonight. He couldn’t reconcile the events in the forest, they couldn’t have been real and yet he’d found the note, he wore the bracelet he couldn’t remove, something happened to him but what?   He just couldn’t understand what it was, coul...

I ring the doorbell.  You answer it, you’re wearing your grey rangers hoodie.  Your legs and feet are bare, glancing down I think I can just see the tip of your soft cock poking out of the bottom of the hoodie. I want to reach forward and explore that possibility but you step back, just out of reach, and invite me in. I move into your foyer and you close the door and you pull me into an embrace, I caress up   the back of your legs and find only ass greeting my exploratory hands.   They clasp your firm muscular cheeks, spread them, and I trace a finger across your crack.   I can feel your cock jump. Sliding my hands up, I grab the bottom of the hoodie and lift upwards, pulling it off and over your head. You’re naked now, lean muscular, strong and firm and I caress your body, trailing across your strong chest, tweaking nipples on each side, trailing down across your sixpack abs, down to your shaved cock, I move around that, and cup your smooth balls in my hand...