The man in the doorway was big… like not just tall, honestly big. Shoulders that filled the frame, biceps that stretched the sleeves of his tank top, a chest that looked carved from granite, from what he could see at least. His hair was light brown with golden streaks, slightly curly, falling across his forehead in disheveled waves.
The room smelled like beer and lube and that specific dorm-room smell of a guy who hasn't done laundry in two weeks. Nate was right there, crouched beside the bed, eyes wide, stroking himself through his boxer briefs. He'd stopped pretending he wasn't into watching me. I'd clocked that about five minutes ago and I had not decided yet how I felt abo
Keith was excited to meet his college roommate, until he realizes that Landon is a lazy homophobic slob. With a little help from the dark arts, Keith makes Landon into his perfect roommate.
Hungover and shirtless in their student flat, best mates Ryan and Jamie reignite an old game of truth or dare. It quickly turns raw and sexual: clothes come off, hands explore, Ryan hungrily rims Jamie before sliding his thick cock deep inside him.
Hunter’s hands slide under Percy’s tiny briefs during a “friendly” back massage, kneading his fat, smooth ass while the theater kid moans and pushes back. Rock hard and leaking, Hunter can’t stop groping him, jealous of every Grindr dick Percy craves. He’s losing control fast.
Jonas nervously ran his hand through his blond curls and pushed through the gate. The hinges didn’t creak. Of course they didn’t. The front door was oak, massive, with a brass knocker shaped like a lion’s head. He didn't even have time to think too much about just how absurd that was before the door opened in front of him.
Three self-proclaimed total tops get talked into a "demo" by a cocky freshman pledge after a post-leg-day argument about fingering technique. What starts as frat bravado ends with both tops face-down on a dorm comforter, hole-up, poppers in the air, getting systematically worked open by the pledge who saw them coming from a mile away.
Adrift, college-bound, 18 year old Cole is invited into the orbit of his hot next-door neighbors, Ryan and Joe, daddies who have something special for him—a gift, one beyond his wildest fantasies.
Henry's feelings for Kyle don't make sense. Why him in particular? Sure, his body and face and cock are awesome, but campus is full of guys who'd beg to have Henry down on his knees.
Kyle, however, isn't someone Henry wishes to serve casually. He wants him fully; he wants his hole to gape only for him.
Nate's friend Greg arrives -- jacked, charismatic, knowing -- throwing a wrench in Kevin's newfound exploration. Or has it? By the stroke of midnight, all bets are off.
When Ben can't focus on finals, John tells him to take up his camera instead. What starts as a photoshoot in historic Golden becomes something else entirely: a confession, a homecoming, and a gift that says more than words ever could. Some pictures don't need a frame. They just need to be seen in the Rocky Mountain afternoon light.
We stayed on the floor for a while. It wasn’t cold, but I did tremble from time to time as Adrian moved his fingers slowly across my spine, stopping at my crack for a moment only to explore further. I suppose he was quite curious about his first time doing someone raw.
Sam reminds his roommate Dave's girlfriend that he's bi. Dave's Valentine's Day plans go horribly wrong, and Sam and Tyler improvise but will have to find a new place to fuck. The two couples have some wine and play cards, and Sam literally loses his shirt.
The morning after. Eggs, a pool, a conversation neither of them really finishes. By evening they're back in his room with hands that are still learning. Some things they get to. Some they don't, yet.
18 y/o Carter Hepburn has it all. He's a star quarterback headed to Vanderbilt in the fall. Handsome, wealthy, confident, athletic. But he's always had some dark sexual fantasies. In this chapter, Carter gets overpowered and dominated by two unsavory men he met at a club the previous night.
In the quiet rhythm of Beijing life, married father and tennis coach Zhang Wei seems to have it all—until new student Nick Ongko arrives. Young, golden-skinned, and hauntingly like his long-lost best friend, Nick awakens buried desires. One ordinary Tuesday, a single forbidden glimpse ignites dangerous heat.
Rowing partners Luke and Mark capsize in the pre-dawn river, their suppressed tension boiling over into a passionate, wet encounter against the overturned shell and into much more.
After swallowing Jaxon’s load last night, RA Elliot wakes up leaking and heads to the shower. The cocky freshman follows, spanks his ass, teases his hole with his thumb, and makes him moan — all while another guy showers just feet away. Now Elliot can’t stop throbbing at the thought of what “something interesting” Jaxon has planned for tonight
An English lesson turns dangerous when George makes his intentions hard to ignore. Inside an elite Bucharest men's gym, the bold soccer jock strips his professor down, works his body open, and puts him on display before a room of powerful hungry men. What begins as stretching becomes a night of raw exposure and complete surrender. One word. DILF.
We threw ourselves into our studies, Adrian out of passion, me out of necessity. Although we didn’t have sex again for a while, there was a tacit understanding between us now. We talked, and we spent hours in silence, bent over our sketches and textbooks. And we were, to an extent, I like to believe, quite happy.
Henry goes for a run and comes back to Oakfield House to find Kyle standing in front of him. The two of them share an intimate moment, and Henry finds there is only one cock he truly desires.
Lukas stands in the center of the room, and I watch as Michael and Marcus move toward him like moths to a flame. Michael positions himself behind Lukas, his huge cock—still half-hard and slick with my ass and his own cum—pressing against Lukas's bubble butt. Marcus stands in front, his cock jutting out, thick and heavy, the head flushed and leaking
Post-party. Post-midnight. His roommate brought out a toy and an offer that sounded casual. It stopped being casual around the third time he wasn't allowed to come.