*Please enjoy an embellished retelling of the first time I visited an adult arcade. Names and places have been changed, all characters are 18 years old or older. I never really know what to write in these introductions so please enjoy and comment any critics when you've done.*
Tony was the epitome of the Italian Stallion, pretty and pompous, expectant of deference from his teammates and Cheerleader conquests, but tonight he had been restrained and re-trained, saddled and bronco-busted by two cowhands he didn't know, who knew what they needed, more than ready and willing to teach this stud pony some new tricks.
Tony was dancing on his toes, supported by that hand worming it’s way ever deeper into his ass as this assailant held him upright in a half-nelson wrestling pose. With the flat of this janitor’s hand behind his head, that arm tucked under his left shoulder, Tony was helpless, flailing his free arm in the air.
Corpus Christi College was a closed set, all the players knew who was who, and even as a Freshman Tony's reputation was already clear, from the Student Body, the Administration, through to the the local Townies who made up all the Support Staff, so the only one surprised was now center stage in the hands of Kurt and Rashid.
Tony was just trouble, he was sent to Corpus Christi College in the hope of straightening him out, but an all-male Catholic College has it's own set of rules and regs that could be bent into your own designs.
This is another story that is loosely based on a fantasy of mine. I ran into my boss while in an adult book store with a rather active back room. This is my story of what wish happened.
After driving around looking for relief while visiting home, Matt arrives at an adult bookstore with a backroom only to see his high school gym coach going inside. The same coach he used to fantasize about... maybe some of those fantasies could be realized?
This story was inspired by my own gym teacher who I still fantasize about years later.
“Hors d'oeuvre, sir?” asked the cute young gay cater waiter wearing tight black pants and a white shirt holding a tray of shrimp things. “No thanks, do you provide other services to guests?” I said while tugging the bulge in my jeans packed with my thick eight hard cut inches. I was so horned up by everything, I needed a blowjob like right now.
Harry and I also discovered that a few of the booths had glory holes that you could use to get or give a blowjob to the guy next to you. Harry and I always made sure we weren’t in adjoining booths.
I was cruising through my first semester at CSU. I had quite a few encounters where I had young men pump their loads into my boi pussy. It was thanksgiving weekend. I was leaving on a Wednesday. A dix hour trip. I decided to stop off at a rest stop.
Benson Long's dream's had all became a reality. He hung out with cool leather men and guided impressionable young twinks to manhood. Working out in the gym. And enjoying the men's club underneath it. 4 years after his initiation Benson met Robert. Using all he learned to guide the lad to his brotherhood of men. This is an 8 part series describing the fun Benny had discovering his preferences.
Benson Long found a way to get his own back. The nasty leather master, Jeff Skylar, was taken to task for maltreating Benson Long at the gym. Benny found his feet as a budding young gay guy. The bully from next door turned out to be a much better friend than either twink had ever dreamed of.