Bayport High’s Fall Formal is the same night and at the same venue as the Bayport Chamber of Commerce Ball. Naturally, things do not go as planned for the hapless Hardys.
This story takes place between The Hardy Boys and the Case of the Fitting Room Fiasco and The Hardy Boys and the Case of the Hypnotic Hijinks.
Joaquin is the proverbial All-American Boy Next Door. He's a born-again Christian living his best life, but when his car breaks down, nothing will ever be the same.
Frank Hardy's class project debunking hypnosis takes an unexpectedly mesmerizing twist. This is a work of fan fiction. The Hardy boys and their friends were created by Franklin W. Dixon and no copyright infringement is intended.
Things don't go quite as planned when Bayport's foremost amateur teen detectives Frank and Joe Hardy go undercover at a fraternity party to find a missing mascot. (This is a work of fan fiction. The Hardy boys and their friends were created by Franklin W. Dixon and no copyright infringement is intended.)
Teen detectives Frank and Joe Hardy's amateur sleuthing gets them into hot water with some of their classmates. This is a work of fan fiction. The Hardy boys and their friends were created by Franklin W. Dixon and no copyright infringement is intended.
Max was soft in his briefs, but as Kyle massaged the bulge, softly first and then more vigorously, he began to get hard and his hips began to rock back and forth. Kyle could see his balls tighten up and knew Max was coming close to orgasm. He let up, giving Max a chance to catch his breath.
The fictional adventures of a real life Alpha Top. This is fan fiction for `A Top's Transformation.' While the events of `A Top's Transformation' are true, the events of this story are fiction.
Joaquin Kangas was a walking, talking wet dream. He was six foot one, 185 pounds, had short dark brown hair and the deepest brown eyes you'd ever seen. He was all toned muscle. No fat on that body. Broad shoulders, nice chest, and abs that would make Brad Pitt jealous.
Fuck, he looks great, Brian thought. He was standing a few feet away, pretending not to notice Jason in his white boxer briefs. What Jason didn't know was that the entire set, as well as his dressing room, was full of hidden video cameras, catching every move he made.
No matter how loud he turned the music up, all he could think of was the humiliation he'd suffered the other night when Pat and Mike had made his dance in his underwear, give them blowjobs, and then fucked him.
Once in his room we pushed him down on his bed. My friend held his upper body flat down on the bed while I tied his arms to the bedposts. I just love four-poster beds, don't you? Once Jake was tied my friend took my video camera from the bag and began to film me taking off Jake's sock and shoes. Then his shorts. I was right. Instead of the boxers he usually wore, he was clad in briefs.