Title: “Still Waters”

Greg was 50, divorced, and quietly set in his ways. When his longtime friend Mark asked if he’d house-sit while he and Elena went to the Caribbean for a week, Greg didn’t hesitate. The lakeside home was secluded, stylish, and soothing—an escape from the rhythms of his usual life.

By the second evening, a strange curiosity crept in. He found himself noticing details—Elena’s perfume still lingered faintly in the hallway. Her presence felt alive in every room. Her bedroom slippers by the dresser, a faint smudge of lipstick on a wine glass left on the kitchen counter. She’d always been a striking woman, poised and effortlessly sensual.

One rainy afternoon, the power flickered and Greg wandered aimlessly into the master bedroom. His eyes were drawn to the ornate cherrywood dresser. He hesitated—but only for a moment. Opening the top drawer, he found silk, lace, and delicate satins folded meticulously. A black lace bodysuit lay atop a matching garter belt. His fingers trembled slightly as he lifted it, the fabric cool and smooth.

Greg sat on the edge of the bed, slowly slipping the garment against his skin. It clung to him, accentuating every shape in a way that sent heat crawling up his neck. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror: older, yes, but suddenly alive in a way he hadn’t felt in years. There was something dangerous in the feeling—like crossing into forbidden territory—but it only made it more intoxicating.

In the back of the drawer, tucked in a velvet pouch, were Elena’s personal toys. Greg swallowed. Curiosity gave way to arousal, his mind flooded with images of her—how she might look, how she might use them. Alone in the stillness of the house, with the rain tapping gently at the windows, he surrendered to the moment.

Every night after, the rituals grew more intense. A glass of wine. A slow walk through the house in nothing but lace. Sometimes he would lie in their bed, surrounded by her scent, stroking the memories and fantasies he imagined she’d left behind. There was guilt, but it was drowned by a deeper thrill—an ownership of a secret no one else would ever know.

During the day, Greg bathed naked in the lake. The water was cold and cleansing, the sun on his chest and thighs felt like a second skin. The open air mixed with memory and fantasy, and he’d emerge from the water dripping and awakened.

By the time the week ended, Greg felt transformed—more than a guest, more than a voyeur. He left the house with careful hands, returning everything exactly as it was. But as he drove away, he couldn't help but smile at the mirror. There are desires we bury and others we finally choose to unearth—and some lakes keep their secrets very, very arousing.

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The Forbidden Fantasy: A Sensual Encounter

It was a warm Sunday evening, and Ricky sat alone in his dimly lit room, fingers grazing the edges of his phone. He had been waiting all day for the message—a new video from David. David was a man of mystery, someone Ricky had shared sultry messages with for weeks, both of them exploring the depths of their desires through teasing words and intimate glimpses.

Finally, it arrived. The video loaded slowly, the familiar hum of anticipation in Ricky’s chest growing with each passing second. When it finished buffering, Ricky tapped the play button, eyes widening as David came into view.

David was standing tall in the center of the frame, his broad body glistening under the soft glow of the room's lighting. His skin was warm, glowing in a way that made Ricky’s pulse quicken. The camera focused on David’s bare chest, showcasing his thick, muscular build. But it was the sight of David’s cock—thick, full, and heavy—that sent a shiver down Ricky’s spine. The camera lingered on it as cum slowly dripped down his shaft, drawing a slow breath from Ricky.

David was posing—effortlessly confident, showing off every curve of his body, from the tight muscles of his thighs to the hardness of his aroused cock. Ricky watched, completely captivated, his breath shallow, imagining the way David’s cock would feel, how he would taste, how he would smell after the long wait between their exchanges. Each subtle movement—each shift of David’s body—only deepened Ricky’s longing.

The video shifted. David knelt on the floor, spreading his legs wide, his body language inviting, unapologetically bold. There was a vulnerability to it, a rawness that Ricky couldn’t help but be drawn to. David was giving himself to Ricky, not just physically, but emotionally—an act of trust, an intimate display of desire and openness.

Ricky’s fingers grazed over his lips as he watched, his imagination running wild with the possibilities of what it would be like to touch David—feel the warmth of his skin, trace the lines of his chest, the taut muscles of his stomach, and finally, the inviting fullness between David's legs. He could feel his own body responding, growing tense, as though it, too, had been waiting for this moment.

Ricky’s gaze lingered on the shots where David wore a tight, fitted shirt that hugged his body, the fabric stretched just enough to reveal the enticing shape beneath. He could almost feel the heat between them, the magnetic pull of their shared desire. He imagined David moving closer, each inch of their bodies coming together in a slow, electric embrace.

As the video drew to a close, Ricky’s pulse raced. His mind raced with the images and feelings stirred within him. He longed for more—not just the sight of David’s body, but the taste of his lips, the touch of his hands. He wanted to feel David’s warmth, the way his body would move with his, the shared intimacy that only moments like these could bring.

Ricky took a deep breath, fingers shaking as he typed out a response. He couldn’t help but express what he was feeling—the raw lust, the deep yearning, the undeniable connection between them that had formed over days of flirtation, now culminating in this moment of pure, burning desire.


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Erotic Report – Day 12 of Abstinence
Subject: 48-Year-Old Male
Condition: Intensified Sexual Tension & Urge for Release

It has been 12 long days since he last gave in to the irresistible craving of self-pleasure—12 days since he last felt the hot rush of orgasm ripple through his body. Now, on the brink of day 13, the tension inside him is a storm—restless, aching, and pulsing with raw need.

His cock, once relaxed and obedient, now throbs at the slightest thought—taut with desire, heavy with fullness. It has become a rebellious beast, reacting to the subtlest triggers: the sensual sway of a figure on the street, a whispered moan in a dream, the accidental brush of fabric against sensitive skin. He wakes in the morning with a rigid erection that refuses to fade, demanding attention, craving release.

His balls feel swollen—almost painfully so. A deep, aching pressure has been building for days, and by now, it’s impossible to ignore. Every movement, every shift of his hips, sends a teasing reminder of what he hasn’t allowed himself to touch.

Mentally, he's consumed by lust. His thoughts drift constantly to fantasy: to the imagined feel of slick skin, the rhythm of his hand stroking, the sound of breath catching just before the release. But he resists. Not yet. He’s made a promise to hold out until Day 14. The delayed gratification only sharpens the edge, heightens the hunger.

His body is a coiled spring—tight, electric, buzzing with sexual energy. He can feel it under his skin, thrumming in his chest, pooling hot in his groin. At night, he lies in bed, barely able to sleep. His cock stands upright in the dark, pulsing with anticipation, aching for attention it cannot yet receive.

And yet… that wait, that denial, only makes the coming release more tempting. He knows that when the moment finally arrives, it will be explosive. Violent. Utterly satisfying. A climax not just of the body, but of the mind—days of hunger and restraint unleashed in a single, earth-shaking eruption.

He counts the hours now. Each minute closer to Day 14 is a delicious torture. And when the moment comes, he’ll take it slow, savoring every touch, every stroke, until his body has no choice but to surrender completely.


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Day 14 – Release
It’s finally here. Fourteen long days of aching, waiting, resisting. He wakes with his cock already rock hard, standing at full attention beneath the covers—thick, veiny, and twitching with anticipation. The tension that’s built up over nearly two weeks is now a roaring fire inside him, ready to consume.

He takes his time. There’s no rush—not after holding back for this long. He wants to feel every second of it. The room is quiet, still. His hand hovers for a moment, teasing himself with the anticipation, before finally wrapping around the base of his cock. It’s hot. Hard. Pulsing in his palm like it’s alive.

The first stroke sends a shudder through him—like electricity up his spine. His hips buck involuntarily. He moans, low and rough, a sound torn from deep in his chest. Every nerve in his body is on edge, hypersensitive. Each touch feels ten times more intense than usual. His hand glides slowly from base to tip, fingers tightening just slightly as he strokes up. Pre-cum is already beading at the head, slicking his grip, making it easier to move. Wetter. Hotter.

His mind is flooded with everything he’s been fantasizing about—the bodies, the sounds, the taste of desire. He strokes faster now, his breath growing heavier. His thighs tense. His stomach tightens. He’s close—so close—but he doesn’t want to finish just yet. Not this quickly. Not after all this time.

So he stops. He edges himself on the verge, biting his lip, trembling from restraint. His cock twitches in the open air, desperate for more, leaking steadily. When he starts again, it’s even more intense—his body practically begging to let go.

And then it happens.

The first surge hits like a wave crashing through him. He groans loudly, his whole body jerking as his cock explodes—thick, hot ropes of cum shoot out, spattering across his chest, his stomach, his hand. It keeps coming, pulse after pulse, as days of pent-up need finally pour out of him. His vision goes white for a moment, lost in the overwhelming pleasure.

He collapses back onto the bed, chest heaving, body spent and slick with the aftermath. A deep, satisfied sigh escapes his lips. For now, the storm has passed. He’s emptied. Relaxed. Alive.


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oh wow baby,your cock was so aroused and sexi thick of girth as you posed with cum oozing and sliding down your shaft.....and i adored to see you standing totally naked with your flaccid penis hanging down but still looking as thick dangling down as when erect and poking upward.....mmmmm you have a great body hun and i don't apoligise for repeating the fact!!
omg,all those horny sunday pics you sent weren't just horny for you,particularly the pic of you wearing the cum stained body hugging top with the erotic hole cut out to show piece your wonderful foreskinned penis.i'm not the least bit ashamed to admit that i can't help staring at it,to think of your cockhead concealed inside while your tapering loose skin hangs down with a sexi looking little opening,just large enough to piss from as if about to urinate!!
oooooooo also soooo fucking horny to see you posing on all fours with your legs spread,justifiably proud to expose your awesome genitalia and unashamedly exhibit your naked body,much to my delight sweetie
mmmmmm the pose with you wearing the cut away gusset in your undies is no doubt a prelude to you having a horny masturbation session,judging by how full your balls look baby....and the last pic i imagine a short time after emptying them with the clear bulge of your spent knob teasingly enclosed above that familiar exciting "balloon mouth piece" look of the very tip of your foreskin,that cries out for a pair of lips,mine of course, to suckle over and blow into ....while teasing a saliva wetted finger (or two ) into your virgin ass,your sphincter clenching to resist my probing of your mancunt....but my persistence eventually successful in loosening it enough to allow me to finger fuck you,then when fully compliant,to replace with my throbbing erect cock to horny fuck your sensual girlieboy ass until i've unloaded every drop of my cum.oooooo if only my darling!! xxx

sooooo horny to watch you cracking the eggs down your undies babe,then rubbing one of the gloopy egg whites and yolk all around your cock and balls and then how you squelched the other one through the cotton material into and around your anus
it looked so erotically messy with the egg goo quickly seeping through the gusset of your underwear and the excess escaping from the edges as you squeezed your clearly semi boner!
oh my,i can understand your liking for raw eggs being rubbed around your genitals and anus,the slippery mess must feel awesome sweetheart....and as i watched,i soooo wished i could be there to help massage the eggy goo in and around your sensitive sexual organs,to feel for myself,a sense of how sensual and sexually exciting it must feel....not having ever considered that sloppy foodstuffs could be such a horny aid to masturbating,until seeing your pics and this imaginative vid oh wow hun,you are such an erotic guy to be so out there with unique experimental techniques to masturbation,at least to me anyway!
ooooooo i adored seeing how turned on your eggs session had made you after taking off your undies,hearing the slurpy sound as you horny masturbated your sticky stiff cock until you yet again ejaculated lots of that yummy looking cum that i'd never tire of to see spurting from the sexy slit of your bulbous cockhead...you are the special one my darling and thankyou for sending to me!! xxx

hi sexy one, i love how you are so innovative with your masturbating techniques,like using rubber bands around your cock and balls to enhance your enjoyment by pulling on them,it was erotic to watch baby
i think it must have been an initial experiment though because it didn't seem to work as well as you'd hoped hun....coz though you pulled back your foreskin to expose your knob for more sensitive rubbing against your red boxers,sadly it didn't seem to have the desired effect you were looking for,as horny as it looked!
so i was happy to see you pull down your shorts for a final adjustment,enjoying the view of your gorgeous dangling penis of course,as you wrapped the bands around your storage sacs,then the other end around your neck.....then watched excitedly as you went back to the tried and tested method of masturbating by gripping your boxers waistband to rub up and down to stimulate your cock
oooooooo i sooooo adore to hear you panting with pleasure as your imminent orgasm approaches,then,when you ejaculate, to see some of your semen squirting through the thin material of the undies,leaving behind a horny wet patch in the gusset!
mmmmmmm such a yummy looking gooey cum mess to see when you lowered the boxers.....and so fucking erotic that you didn't even have an erection again when you came sweetheart,your foreskin still covering your knob that was still oozing lovely thick white semen!!

oh wow,i just watched your horny vid,rubby masturbating in the blue briefs.in contrast to your pink boxers which as you explained were too narrow in the gusset to keep your cock enclosed,the blue ones were much more suited in width for you to ejaculate inside baby
mmmmmm so hot to see the wet patch of your cum staining through hun,then to see it pooled on the inside of the briefs and gooey sticking to your pubees at the base of your semi erect cock!
i adored watching how you cleaned up your spent penis and pubes with the undies and can only hope you discarded them in your closet and haven't yet laundered them....as after jerking off to your "bent over pic",i want to cyber- jump over to you later while you snooze,put on those still cummie wet briefs,then while kissing and cuddling you.....rub my undie's covered cock on yours until we both ejaculate again to feel eachothers semen seeping through to soak our cocks xxx

i loved seeing you posing naked all but for your homemade undies with the holes for your cock and cum filled looking big balls.....and the pic of how your luscious cock hangs down with the shape of your bulbous knob outlined through your foreskin!
and oh wow,you have a great ass, so sexy peachy yet firm....i kept staring at it and imagined fondling and playfully slapping those lovely buttocks,while teasing all along your ass crack with my wet flicking tongue
oh my,i notice that you are smooth shaven in other pics....and my cock twitched excitedly to check out how muscly your legs are,such a turn on....as is to see the garage pics with your legs held up and parted, proudly showing your puckered tight pink asshole......ooooooo strike the same pose while laying on your bed later baby and masturbate while imagining how i would bend down and spit a slippery glob of my saliva on your anus,then slowly squeeze my fat cockhead deep inside to fuck your deliciously tight asscunt, pounding in and out until your boyfriend groans and ejaculates his cum,just as you ejaculate with me like two lovers having satisfying sex with eachother  xxx

I have slept wearing nylons for the last 4 years until several days ago when we reached record temperatures in the mid 30s celsius and has become too hot for me so unfortunately I have started sleeping my underwear. With the hot weather comes drinking more water to stay hydrated and last night I experienced 2 night time/early morning pee erections. With the first one it was about 3 am and I was rock hard. My bladder was full and felt very uncomfortable but I had to pee. I turned the bathroom lights on and aimed my hard cock at the toilet with several feet back so that my piss would hit the toilet bowl.
It was nice to piss with an erection and by the time I got back to bed I was semi hard.
A couple hours later I woke up with another pee erection and again I peed the same way as I did early with my first pee erection.
When I woke up this morning thinking about how hard I got got me very aroused and I would like to know if any other guys have had pee erections like this and how do you deal with them?

Johnathan Williams was born on January 15, 1974, in a small town in upstate New York. He was the eldest of three children, with two younger sisters. Growing up, his parents instilled in him the values of hard work and education. His father worked long hours as a salesman, while his mother stayed at home to care for the children. Johnathan was a bright student and excelled in his studies, often earning top grades and receiving numerous academic awards.

As a child, Johnathan was always fascinated with dressing up and pretending to be different characters. He would often raid his mother's closet and put on her dresses, high heels, and jewelry when no one was home. When he turned 12, his parents bought him his first set of costumes, which included a Superman cape, a pirate hat, and a ninja outfit. Johnathan spent hours playing dress-up, creating elaborate fantasy worlds, and acting out his favorite stories.

Despite his love for fantasy and dressing up, Johnathan was a typical boy in many ways. He played baseball, rode his bike through the neighborhood, and had a close group of friends. It wasn't until he reached puberty that he began to feel like something was different about him. He found himself attracted to both boys and girls and struggled to reconcile these feelings with the conservative values of his small town. At the same time, he began to realize that his love for dressing up and feminine clothing was not a passing phase but a genuine part of his identity.

In high school, Johnathan's academic prowess earned him a full scholarship to a prestigious university in New York City. He was excited to leave his small town behind and be immersed in the excitement and diversity of the city. However, he also faced the challenge of being an openly gay man in a conservative and sometimes hostile environment. He found refuge in the city's thriving LGBTQ+ community, where he could be himself without fear of judgment.

It was during his college years that Johnathan began to explore his interest in cross-dressing more seriously. He discovered a vibrant community of people who shared his love for fashion and self-expression. He attended drag shows, fashion events, and underground parties where people could wear whatever they wanted without fear of judgment. He experimented with different styles, from vintage pin-up girl to punk rock diva, and found that each outfit brought out a different side of himself.

After college, Johnathan moved to San Francisco, where he found a job in the fashion industry. He was able to indulge his love for fashion and work with designers, models, and photographers to create beautiful clothing and accessories. He also became more involved in the LGBTQ+ community, volunteering at local organizations and participating in Pride events. During this time, he began to share his pictures and videos privately with other men who shared his interests. He found the connection and camaraderie this created to be deeply fulfilling, and it became a significant part of his life.

Today, Johnathan is 47 years old and still living in San Francisco. He has become an influential member of the city's LGBTQ+ community, using his platform to advocate for equal rights and social justice. He is still passionate about cross-dressing and shares his pictures and videos with a tight-knit group of like-minded individuals. At the same time, he is aware of the risks and potential backlash of publicly revealing his identity and enjoys the thrill of exposure on his terms.

Throughout his life, Johnathan has learned to embrace his unique identity and the challenges that come with it. He has used his experiences to inspire and educate others and has become a role model for those who share his love of self-expression.