"Strike this batter out and I will fuck you tonight." He said directly to me. I needed to win this game to have my first cock in my ass. From my Coach. I wanted him more than anything. And before I knew it, standing before me was the man I had been dreaming about, totally naked. I was ready to play.
These are meant to be the chronicles of how I came to learn I was a faggot. This is loosely based on true experiences, with creative embellishment to replace things I don't exactly remember or to enhance the story. As I continue to write, I have let my sexual energy take it in directions that veer from what really happened in some ways. I hope you enjoy.
Stuck on a cruise with his parents, Andy nevertheless manages to meet a second hookup right after the first. This one is a young dad with a serious case of blue balls, who seems to have no scruples once he gets his hands on Andy's tight hot little ass...
A double gang-bang? Two hungry mouths and two hungry asses waiting to be filled?
I rubbed my already sore, aching, fevered ass. Was that true? Was that really my secret fantasy? Then I realized. My sore, aching, fevered...empty...ass yearned to be filled. Without hesitation, I climbed onto the waiting fuck bench.
for this story I am going to take you back to Tsarist Russia in the late 19th Century. my story starts in a city called Ekaterinburg later it was to become the execution place of the last Tsar and his family. But that is in the future The story is entirely fictional but features some people who actual lived.
A horny ghost finds himself a handsome young man to possess. A well built jock of 26, Blake is in for the weirdest experience that he's never wanted to even screw with in a gay phantom that loves to get kinky and mess with a straight man like him. Antics get a bit whacky, as the ghost likes to play with his victims.
When Lauro is just fed up with his straight roommate Frank, a hot hook-up helps him find himself a new place. It's only after he falls in love with the apartment that he realizes what all of the roommates have in common.
Dakota leads Trent up to the second floor of the bar, his boyfriend begging to have a threesome when Evan signals that he's interested. They retreat back to their hotel room and have a great time together, until chaos unleashes.
Imagine the happenstance of a tree-lined, single block of houses in which live horny fellows (who otherwise might never have come into intimate contact) with anal proclivities that boggle their own youthful minds. Actions declare themselves when cocks arise (as do suspicions, including fearful) and orifices open. All this and more: only a click away ~ !
A New York penthouse in the heart of moonlit Manhattan is the scene for lots and lots of wild, nut-draining, ass-filling, cheek-coating, steamy man-sex between a large, hard-bodied, biker and his boy-toy.
These are meant to be the chronicles of how I came to learn I was a faggot. This is loose based on true experiences, with creative embellishment to replace things I don't exactly remember or to enhance the story. As I continue to write, I have let my sexual energy take it in directions that veer from what really happened in some ways. I hope you enjoy.
I had managed to keep secret my sexual adventures thus far as I explored Europe, and after the double fuck I received from the two football Australians at the resort, I was wondering what might be next for me in Cairo. As we unloaded off the bus, I noticed an armed guard standing by the entrance of the hotel. He was all Arab looking, dark skinned. He was a big man. Solid. Wide. Stocky. Built.
When Lauro is just fed up with his straight roommate Frank, a hot hook-up helps him find himself a new place. It's only after he falls in love with the apartment that he realizes what all of the roommates have in common.
Dakota and Trent are on the verge of breaking up in the car as they journey to New Orleans, their relationship long in decline. When Dakota kisses a stranger on the balcony of a gay bar overlooking Bourbon Street, he has no idea where the night will lead.