Riley, the cute 20-year-old head male cheerleader, seduces Tate, a handsome 22-year-old athletic built college quarterback, after the football team won the conference college football championship. The readers might wish to undress before reading this hot jock sexual encounter so not to wet their shorts from leaking semen fluid.
I had just moved to San Diego from the inland Empire and was delighted to find that the great health club I enjoyed had a place just a few miles from my new apartment. I had experienced more than a few special times at the one up north, finding more than the machines to give me a good work over. My ass was aching for a good fucking and I had no local contacts in this new area. Maybe I would get lucky this morning.
Bill waved a friendly hello to guy at the counter and handed him several twenties. "Room 6," the guy spoke quietly as he handed Bill a key. I followed him down a long hallway and entered one of a number of rooms lining the hallway as Bill unlocked the door and waved me in.
Relax, cuntlips, breathe through your nose...breathe for me, sweet boyslut," he crooned as he held me fast. " You are going to learn to take it all before the night is over, my little fratboy cocksucker
David was sitting with his crotch right at Todd's chin, and with one great big assed grin on his face, David raised up, pushed his rod down, aimed it for Todd's anxious mouth and pushed it in. His position was not the best for combining a dick that wants to head north, and a throat that is definitely headed south.
Jamie gives his ass to two leather-gods - Mario and Mark. "The young blond surfer lay naked, gazing up at the handsome leather-boy in the studded harness." Eddie gets stranded in a remote canyon at the mercy of Thor, a brutal thug - ex linebacker, pro wrestler. Randy goes to the rescue, but gets a savage beating. The King of the Gypsies lies unconscious in the mud. Has Randy finally met his match?
The Farm is outside the city and it is a small operation, barely anything noticeable. But from time to time it has another operation, one that fulfills a certain need.
On any given night, especially after about 11 PM, the storage room would be very crowded and every man down there was either getting or giving whatever his personal desire was. Brad's ass was a rather well known, no-- a 'very well known', element of the basement. He spent so much time down there, totally naked, face and hands up against the wall, leaning against the wall as if to be making love to it,
Gary and Jon got in Gary's car. As they exited the parking lot, Gary looked at Jon and grinned. Jon returned the grin. For a moment neither man said anything!
As Brad pulled his jock strap and his cut-offs up and covered his very, very happy ass, he heard, who he could only refer to as officer #1, say, "OK get yourself all presentable, and head for the sidewalk.
I lay there gasping, until they picked me up and had me on my knees on the bench. Tom began to work more oil onto my ass and started to ass fuck me with several fingers, slopping all the oozing cumm around my ass and thighs.
I will say, I looked good. Geoff grabbed a red handkerchief and pushed into my right rear pants pocket. "For good luck," he said. Luck? We were off to fuck! He grabbed the duffle bag and we headed out to the car. My ass felt cool on the leather seats.
I went to my basement shower and looked at my tattooed ass in a mirror. I felt like a slave whore. I had a man's name and date of ownership on my body, like I was a car or something. I was liking the idea of being my master's property. I didn't have to shave, but I already started worrying about how painful it was going to be in two weeks to have my cock, balls, ass, nipples, legs and body WAXED! Shit, that's gonna hurt!
I was able to make it through the night without using the bucket in my cell as a toilet. Master came to get me, let me relieve myself in his bathroom before he tied me doggie style to a coffee table in his bedroom. He face fucked me for a while, but then he said he'd save his cum for later.
My master let me out of my cell this morning to fuck me senseless before he left for work. Today, however, he added two new things to his list in addition to the house chores, workout, and sex training. He told me to log onto his computer in the office and write down my deepest feelings and desires about being possessed as a sexual sub slut boy.
My name is Jake Mitchell. I have been given a writing assignment by my master. He has recently acquired me as his devoted trainee. By writing down my encounters and fantasies, he keeps track of my sexual and physical desires as a way of controlling me and training me to be his boy.
Common real estate lore has it that in finding a house for a buyer the most important attributes are location, location and location, The same might be said for the lucky narrator of this story in finding sex.
Ben thanks Jason in the way he knows best. "The fireman was driven crazy by the young buck riding him, like a wild young gypsy boy riding a stallion bareback, his ripped shirt hanging on his naked body." Eddie spends a day with Darius, the Marines, and the arrogant Golden Boy. "The blond was on all fours, Darius behind him, Eddie in front. 'OK kid, let's drown the fucker in jizz'." Enter Hassan, the muscle-stud Marine.
With Eric finally securing his place on the Stanford baseball team, he's ready for his very first match. But will he be forced of the field by unruly fans who don't like the fact that Eric's gay? Or will he find his footing on the pitcher's mound And show them that he belongs on the field? After the game, Eric receives a pleasant surprise from his teammates. But the surprise doesn't end there. Will Zane have something waiting for Eric himself?