Hank stops into the hotel bar for a couple of beers on the final night of his stay. A group of young guys are having a good time at a nearby table. When Hank goes back to his room for the night, he settles in for some self-gratification. A knock at his door, changes his plans for the evening.
If you are writing online, you should be careful. You never know who reads your stories. Or what those stories tell about you. A famous pornstar was looking for some online inspiration. He found the guy who wrote them. Using it against him. But the guy was nothing like the heavy-action smut he wrote online.
Relentlessly, he pushed his hand in. Harrison’s sphincter was further stretched out as Faizan pushed his whole hand up inside with both cocks. Luke and Xavion held themselves in place while Faizan pushed his fist in deeper, pulling out a little and then deeper again. Harrison let out a wild, animalistic screech as his hole was being wrecked - just as he’d demanded.
“I felt like I was a real man now that I had gotten my cock sucked off, even if it was by a fag and not by a girl. I gazed at my reflection in a shoe store window. I looked different; my flushed face seemed more mature.” A straight man looks back on his past, to when he lost his virginity.
Older and more muscle guys were sitting around him: 22-25 years old, but all with biceps swollen from training, bulging breasts, narrow hips and, most importantly, at-least-8-inch dicks (which was the main condition for admission to the fraternity).
Maybe it's a myth. Maybe it's some urban legend from the history books, or maybe the college frat boys really do have a very interesting Christmas tradition.
A few people encouraged me to continue on with this story. I hope this doesn't disappoint. I've written a couple more chapters. Kevin finally meets with the guys in the house behind his for a BBQ. The three eventually get to eat food.
This is another Balad true story, 90% of the deployed uniformed personnel and contractors were men, sex happened do not let people tell you that it did not!
Owen had seen Graham slip out of their dorm room late at night. He wondered where his roommate was going at such late hours. Then his curosity got the best of him and he followed Graham one night.
This short story describes my first time attending the 'Fickstutenmarkt', a.k.a. Horse Fair, as a bottom.
FSM is a sex party with blindfolded Mares (bottoms) and roaming Stallions (tops),
Carl and I are relieved that Elijah and Josh took our confession so well, but now I had another problem. Elijah had let me know his true feelings for me. He was at a college fifty miles away and I had found out the hard way that long distance relationships didn't work out. There was also Carl. What were my real feelings toward him. There was also this new kid, Baker, who seemed to have a thing for me. I was totally confused.