When Zack moved in, I thought I’d lucked out with a confident gym trainer who wasn’t a mess. Helping him fix his awful dating profile turned into teasing, then tension, once the camera came out and he clearly loved the attention. By the end, he was shirtless, smirking, and suggesting a trade. He was going to train me at the gym.
first time I met Richard; the short, muscular Australian with the eight-inch cock that completely stole my attention. We’d shared an intense, messy, unforgettable night, me kneeling while he stood, face fucked my throat, tasting that weirdly sweet strawberry lube, taking him completely. It was thrilling, awkward, hot, and I left with my head spinni
It's time to share my experience of losing my virginity with an Australian man named Richard. All the details are true to the best of my memory (of course, I’ll never forget my very first experience haha).
I’d only ever dreamed of this man, of this kind of night. And now, sprawled in the wreckage of it; skin damp, lungs still chasing air, the heat of him heavy against me.. I knew...it was the best sex of my life.
Calvin’s lips were still on mine when his hand slid behind my waist and slipped under the water, moving slowly down inside my trunks until he grabbed my ass. He squeezed hard, his fingers spreading me apart before one of them found my hole. He circled it lazily, teasing me until I broke the kiss just to catch my breath.
I can feel your bulge
I exhaled slow, dragging my palm over my face, half-laughing at myself. “Sorry, man. It’s just—your ass…” I glanced down, then right at him in the mirror again. “No homo, but… fuck.”
The room went quiet. Just the hum of the lights, the sound of our breathing.
Jamie’s eyes stayed locked on mine in the mirror. He didn’t flinch. Didn’t back down.
By the time we made it back with wine, half the wedding party was already drinking whatever they found on the table. A few of the guests were still eating, plates of grilled salmon and chicken were being passed around, the clink of cutlery filling the air, and someone had clearly decided “lunch” was a loose concept because half the table was alread
After opening up about his divorce, Greg admitted to Alex how long it had been since he’d had any real intimacy, how months without affection or release had left him restless and horny.
At nineteen, Aaron Matthews juggles classes, swim practice, and long shifts at a pretentious San Francisco restaurant. He's learned how to smile for tips and swallow his pride, but when a mysterious businessman leaves him a massive tip and an offer that's just too good to be true, curiosity turns into temptation... and escape.
Daniels' invitation to Nick is pure strategy: get Nick in a speedo and shred his defenses. After losing an 800-meter sprint, the ex-athlete blurts his craving to kneel—exactly what Daniel was hunting for. With every inch Nick surrenders, Daniel claims a mile, inching Nick closer to full submission.
Sam, or rather Samuel, has to spend a night in his brother's dorm. There he meets his brother's roommate Atlas again. He didn't give him much thought until the first few minutes. Things had changed for him.
Last thing I remember, I was on my knees at the gym, Drew’s cock in my mouth, spit running down my chin, when the door swung open and Julian, the receptionist walked in. He froze. I froze. Drew stayed seated on the bench, red-faced and fully hard, like his body hadn’t gotten the memo that we were just caught mid-blowjob.
Drew just had his face buried in my ass like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted. And now, standing there, breath still a little heavy, hand casually palming the front of his compression leggings like nothing just happened, he looks me dead in the eye and asks, “Is it true...that guys suck dick better than girls?”
It started with a post-breakup leg day. I went back to the gym I used to train at with my ex- Jason, which happened to be owned by his older brother Drew; thick arms, always wears tight compression tee, beard trimmed so sharp it practically scratched when he talked.