Nineteen-year-old Dylan is a five foot four white hustler in New Orleans. On the last day of Mardi Gras, he meets up with a six-foot-two tall, muscular masked man. Underneath the Zorro-like mask lurks an extremely hot and sexy Japanese man in his early thirties very dominant in nature. This is a fuck story in where the Asian is the dominant top the white boy is the happy bottom. Comments welcome.
Jaxx slowly pulled his big black cock from his pants. I almost swallowed the socks stuffed in my mouth. He had the biggest slab of meat between his legs that I’d ever seen, and it was still soft. He clutched it with one hand and swung it into the palm of his other hand, inches in front of my eyes, causing a loud, smacking sound.
I was witnessing a weapon being prepared for battle.
“Your intuition was correct, Mrs. Jordan. Your husband is having an affair” said the 35-year-old handsome black-haired burly private investigator Paul Kelsey. “I’m assuming who he was cheating with is a surprise to you.” “That’s an understatement…”
Although this story is in the college category, it is not really about college but about the inner feelings and sensations and inner hesitation towards gay sex: accepting or rejecting.
It was bad enough that the prison guards uniformly hated me, and seemingly every inmate was intent on scoring my ass and turning me into a trophy fuck because of my teen-model looks, surfer blond hair and bubble butt. No, on top of that I had to fuckup. Not just a run-of-the-mill fuckup, either. Instead it was a disastrous one involving one of the prison's Black Godz. I was so screwed...
Tyler, a college athlete on the verge of losing his scholarship if he can't improve his chemistry grade. Luckily, Malcolm an old classmate from high school and chemistry wiz, might be able to help for a steep price.
I get into position just as I hear the backdoor open and close. I turn my head as I see Trevor walk into Billy's bedroom stripping off his t-shirt. He gets up on the bed behind me as Billy hands him the silicone lube.
Life in prison and being locked up in tight quarters was getting to me. I don't know which was worse - listening to my hayseed roommate Aidan rave about getting buttboned by one of the studs he called the Black Godz, or hearing him detail how my looks would make me a a prime target for a prison trophy fuck. The pressure was messing with my head.
While working in a small town in Upstate New York, self-proclaimed chubby-chaser and twink, Dusty meets, poses for, and is charmed by a unique, young artist, with a truly wild secret.
As we sat on his couch nude, I found out Billy was a 66 y/o widower going on 22 years. He was indeed 6'4", 196 lbs, 9" cock with large pendulous balls that he referred to as a cum factory that shot blanks.
I woke up particularly horny on Friday, I decided to go to one of my favorite boat launches. Before getting dressed I went to the toy chest in my bedroom choosing the wireless vibrating buttplug. Lubing it with the silicone lube it finally went in on the fourth or fifth attempt making me gasp as my anal lips were stretched. Grabbed the remote and put it in the pocket.
I never expected to land in prison, only days after my 18th birthday, and be told by my cellmate that I'd be targeted by other inmates as a trophy fuck because of my surfer blond hair and pretty boy looks. His words echoed in my mind. "Inside you can fight, get fucked or climb a tree... and there ain't no trees."
I catch up with Tyler's wrestling & boxing mate Rowan after he returns from Ibiza for a sensual massage, but thoughts of Tyler and his unconquered 10" cock are never far from my thoughts.
Scott Roberts is a young exhibitionist who wrestles in an underground gay fighting club. He's the champion, but he's also cocky, vain, and arrogant. One night he reaches humility by the person he least expects...