Late Saturday night in the empty gym, Hayes massages Coach Grayson's tight shoulder and abs in his locked office. Things heat up when Grayson pulls his sweatpants down, exposing the thick base of his hardening cock and telling Hayes to massage lower.
Morning after their messy mutual jerk-off, Caleb wakes crusty and hard thinking of Jack’s thick hand and hot cum. Breakfast is tense with lingering glances and obvious bulges. While Travis gets stoned on the roof, Caleb heads to the basement gym where shirtless Jack lifts, sweats, and teases with close-up pull-ups—bulge inches from Caleb’s face.
In college I was a RA for my last year of undergraduate studies. I became very acquainted with the daddy who was over the maintenance department. Nice to be connected.
Shy, stats obsessed freshman Logan Hayes joins the university wrestling team as an assistant manager and ends up alone after hours with straight Coach Grayson. Grayson is a divorced ex pro wrestler, all muscle and authority, and their secret late night sessions quietly blur lines neither of them planned to cross.
Alone after the pool, Caleb trails Jack inside dripping wet. On the dim living room couch they stroke side by side, arms brushing, musk thick in the air. Jack guides Caleb’s hand to his thick cock, then strokes him back. Mutual jerking builds fast until they explode, thick loads splattering skin and hair.
Out in the middle of nowhere, the man who once dominated every hookup finds himself waiting, desperate, for the rough men who broke him. When Wade arrives alone—drunk, dominant, and hungry—the night turns savage… but when the brute finally collapses in his tent, the tables shift in ways neither of them expect.
Morning grease and heat build as Caleb helps Jack fix the truck, their sweaty bodies brushing too close. A private backyard swim turns dangerously intimate: naked, Jack’s thick cock nudges Caleb under the water, hands linger on thighs and ass, teasing whispers promise more.
my first story so if its bad im sorry. This just happened so I had to write about it. My 40s or so boss drops many hints over a course of a few months until...
Duke pulled back. “No,” he started, his chin lowering against his own chest as he looked down at me. “Don’t tell me what you think I want, tell me what YOU want. What do YOU want Brian?” I licked my lips and stared up at him. His eyes were wide, staring, waiting, that slight sexy grin making his goatee lopsided. What did I want?
“I’ve always wanted to breed this little ass. You thought about me fucking you?” He whispered into my ear, kissing my neck, then my cheek, then my lips as his tongue slipped into me again. I nodded, and groaned out a yes, wrapping my arms around his wide back and feeling the head of his cock pushing against my entry.
Caleb Quinn crashes at his best friend Travis Burke's house for the weekend while his parents are away. He quickly becomes obsessed with Travis's divorced dad, Jack Burke—a rugged, shirtless contractor whose casual nudity and dominant presence drive Caleb wild.
Brad, the new Office Boy, is determined to do everything right. The athletic men at the Milk Me Company seem friendly, helpful, and very interested in him. When rugby captain Tony calls him down to the shipping department, Brad follows—never realizing how closely the entire building has been watching, or the charged encounter waiting downstairs.
His message was direct: "That’s my boy, desperate for Dad’s cock. Sunday night then. 7pm. Motel 6 on the Service Road. I’ll send you the room number when I get there. Wear a jock. If you don’t have one, buy one. Dad wants to see his boy in it. Wants to eat that sweet hole in it. Wants to fuck his baby boy all over the room in it."
Two friends and former professional wrestling rivals wind up on a tropical island when their ship sinks. How will they manage to pass the time until they're rescued? This is a stand-alone story.
Then Dex smacked my ass. Hard. “Let me know if you need any help in there, half-pint,” before he moved to the shower right next to the one I had chosen. I was running the water to heat it up, holding the curtain against my front to hide my sudden sightseeing pleasures as I tried to not look at Dex’s thick piece of cut meat.
“I’m not into whoring myself out unsuspectedly to guys who play games!” I said to them, defiantly. “Oh really?” Neil sat up a bit, his erection forgotten. “So when Ben fucked you in his basement while I was upstairs entertaining his wife, who was playing games? Yeah, you’re not so innocent yourself are you?” He looked sideways to Ben and grinned.
I had known my 'daddy' for some time. he wasn't my real father but he was sure old enough to be.
I liked nothing more than pleasuring him as he was hairy and had a big cock. In fact he fulfilled my needs as I was lustful of older men.
In a world consumed by shadow, towering hairy warrior Joren carries his tiny adult sprite Spark inside his underwear. Spark constantly hugs and worships Joren’s massive cock, granting him powerful magic. Together they purify the land by flooding every corrupted hole with thick cum and hot piss. (Prequel to the serie "Nested")
Brad shows up to the gym in almost nothing—and ends up on display. Men circle. Smirks replace smiles. His flushed face and obvious arousal become part of the workout. They correct his form, comment on his body, decide what he wears. Back in his apartment, bent forward and claimed, Brad finally understands: He is the building’s favorite tenant.
Charlie is 18, an anal virgin. Born from IVF. His Dyke Mom is a sexologist of everything. They are nudists. She wants her son to have the best 18th birthday boy cum imaginable. Charlie wants to be bred by the gorgeous 48-year-old Danny with the 11" cock! Huge cums and dildo fuck machine training begins. Cum and piss everywhere and down all holes.
I know I can do whatever I want to you baby boy. And I will if you’re my type. Seems like it so far, so be ready for me. I can be rough and dominant like my profile says. But I also know how to please my boy and make him whimper and beg for it. Go get ready NOW and I’ll see you in Aisle 11.
I stole my first under garment, a jockstrap, Senior year in high school. I was 18 and didn't know why I stole it. My name is David Hall Jr. and this is my story.