Hot Guys In Diapers Novels & Stories

Rough and practiced, he pressed against the soaked fabric of my panties, outlining exactly where I was wet and ready. His cock was already hard, thick and long, the head slipping out over the waistband of his shorts. He ground the whole hot length against me, water rippling around us. He yanked my panties to the side. I looked up. Rylan. Daegan. Jarek. Kieran. All of them stripping down above us. The fireworks were done. Snow fell straight down into the open sky over our heads. One last stupid thought: I wondered how this outdoor hot spring kept its heat. Must be expensive to run.

I hold his underwear and exposed to it the sunlight. Black boxer shorts with lots of stars, what kind of underwear is this? Is he a kid? TSS "Cam I feel a little airy down here." Gabe pointed in front of him. "JUST WAIT OKAY, THIS WILL BE DRY SOON !!" This damns it. I wish I didn't wet his underwear! <> <> <> <> "The heat of my underwear so hot my eggs absorbing it." "EH YOU DIDN'T COLD IT FIRST, YOU WEAR IT IMMEDIATELY. STUPID!"

Beth Diapers were on the list I gave Rack. I’ve never put a diaper on a newborn or realized how hard it is. Rack watches helplessly and I can see he’s further out of his comfort zone than I am. I figure out which way the diaper goes and slide it beneath his tiny bottom. The last thing I expect is the stream of warm pee that sprays upward and soaks me. Rack hands me a towel from the stack on the edge of the bed. His lips curve up in a shameless smile. “It’s never too early to teach shooting straight.”

The three man had towels wrapped around their waist and shamelessly scratching the genitals. “Nooo, hell no!” Tresh exclaimed. “Amaya can never know about this. Shit I will loose her for sure” he cried. “Oh damn, this is bad!” Blaze responded scratching himself frantically. “Holy shit! My balls are on fire!” Big G exclaimed. “The fruits of being playboys, do you even know which one of the multitudes gave it to you?” Daniel asked sounding like a parent. “Shut up and get us a doctor!” They snapped at him.

I turn around to meet his chest, and naughtily grabs his balls, "They're soft too." He groans when I cup them, "Don't do it. I still want kids." I ignore his warning and let them roll on my palm, just playing with them like they're two big marbles, "Gay dads are so hot." "Yeah?" "The whole thing about being masculine and sexy but you can't get your hands on them, or the fact they'll never be interested in you, makes them soooo much hotter." Then I realise he's semi-hard, again. But this time I'm not wearing make up, or have my hair curled, not even putting on the corset or fuck-me heels so what gives?

I can't imagine this guy dealing with a shit problem, it's so funny. "I told you so," I laugh even harder, Theo just looks at me as I try to stop myself, "And, sadly, there's no way to stop those things from happening, it's something you learn with experience. But just so you know, never leave a child without a diaper unsupervised. The cool air makes them release their sphincters or something. I can't even tell you the amount of times Beau peed on me." "I feel a little better knowing I'm not the only one," he says with a smile, "How old were you when you had to completely take care of Beau?"

“It’s fear of the diaper marathon he saves for the middle of the night. This kid’s got talent. Potent, rapid-fire poop, right, little man?” “Lucian!” I brought a hand to my mouth, laughing between shock and amusement. “Don’t talk about my baby like that!” “Sorry, Lauren…” He raised his hands in surrender but kept the mocking expression. “But Uncle Lucian here doesn’t lie. The art this little guy produces is professional-level.” “Sorry, but Uncle’s got a point,” Theo chimed in between laughs, his face red from giggling so much. “One time, Noah’s diaper exploded all the way up his back. I saw it—it was a war zone.”

Is he being this way merely because my husband isn’t here to check him? I sit there quietly, the lunch box on my lap as I watch them work, their muscles flexing with their movements. God, there’s something so fucking hot about men who get down and dirty when they works. The sweat rolling down their bodies, their jeans and tool belts hanging low on their hips, revealing that yummy V that leads down to their cocks.

The two smaller guys went and sat on a nearby couch to recover and enjoy the show. Kiki looked down at herself, she was covered in cum. She still had her thong and halter on but they had gobs of jizz all over them. She stood up between the two men and eased her halter down over her hips to the floor, where she kicked it to the corner. She grabbed the front and back of her thong and pulled it up between her pussy lips. "On or off studs?" she asked as she worked the soaked material against her pussy. "Leave it on bitch we're gonna fuck it off ya!!" said her original stud.

he asked, trying to get her attention. When his wife said she wanted something urgent, he thought it was food or going to a certain place. It turned out that what his wife wanted was to watch a KPop video or something. If his wife had cravings for Turkish dramas, he didn't mind. Yes, he admitted that Turkish men were handsome. But they did portray how a manly man should be. Like himself. But what his wife was watching now was a group of men dressed up in feminine attire and dancing on stage. They were wearing makeup and lipstick. By God, that was an insult to a macho and mighty man like him.