I was in English class when I received a text from a NYC number I didn’t recognize. ‘Hey Zach, I’m in town. Want your boycunt stuffed? Brandon.’ Brandon is the bearded alpha who popped my cherry. I don’t even know how he got my number. Within seconds, I had a raging hardon and had to readjust my dick in my boxer briefs. ‘I’m in’ I replied.
Neither Drew nor I had ever been in a serious relationship before. And we found out that things being great in the bedroom, or on the kitchen counter for that matter, were not necessarily enough to keep a relationship going.
A fraternity party goes wrong when a bottle of transformation pills is introduced to a game of spin the bottle: shrinking, weight gain, voice change, intelligence loss, penis shrinking, muscle theft and more ensues. Check out our Shrink Files PDFs for more like this. Gay transformation.
The first day at The Magic Kingdom is truly magical. The boys become pirates, they girls are transformed into princesses, and Max rides the most magical ride of all.
I had a rough day yesterday, possibly the worst fucking day of my life. All I wanted now was for things to get back to normal, spending time with my boyfriend Drew, and feeling his fat cock fill up my hole. He ended up making the sweetest love to me.
Our fraternity was holding its biggest fundraiser of the year, a joint party with one of the sororities on campus. ‘Zach, we have a problem’ I heard the fraternity president shout through the loud music. One of our bros was drunk as a skunk and needed someone to walk him back to the frat house and tuck him in bed. That someone was me…
A great weekend on BroMax farm leads up to Asher's first day working for Brody. Meanwhile, the inevitable suddenly doesn't feel so inevitable for Seth, Zach, and their happy family.
“Fuck yes.” I hissed back at him, letting my head fall backwards against his pillow as I shut my eyes, picturing Al’s beefy body over me as my body responded to the invasion. I gripped the base of the dildo firmly and rotated it, my legs moving wider as if they had a mind of their own. I was in control of this thing, and I was now registering how my body was shaking with each slight twist and shove.
Friday he was leaving for another run, and he reminded me to be home ready for that special package he was sending me. “Use it well.” He grinned as he left me that morning. I did what I was told, ready for the night after my mother left. Around 8pm, the doorbell rang and I opened the door to see a big, built, blonde UPS guy standing there with a small box, about the size of a shoe box.
After his first load hit me in the face and got force-fed to my mouth, he was ready for Round 2, and so was I. The silver rings of the leather harness on my muscular chest accentuated the silver barbells pierced in my nipples. My eager pussy was craving for the sensations of his horse cock. Chances are my hole would be permanently enlarged after he was done with me.
My body shivered in response, remembering the way he had used me for a full three hours that night, and how much I had enjoyed it. How dominant and in charge he was, how rough and forceful. And how I responded to every command, every name, every thrust. I woke up to find him gone, with $500 on the top of my pants with a small note saying he’d love to see me again. Now here he was, on the other end of the phone....
Last week, I met this twink at the gym. I thought I was gonna stick my 8-incher up his boycunt. But next thing I knew, I was the one with a horse cock up my ass, whimpering like a little bitch. But my feelings for him went way beyond his big fat cock. I couldn’t stop thinking about him, in class, at the gym. I wasn’t quite sure how to get back with him. I didn’t even have his number.
I’m normally not into twinks. I prefer guys my size. And I have this thing for bearded guys with chest hair. But there was something really attractive about him, almost mesmerizing. He radiated a weird kind of energy, a confidence that didn’t match his skinny body. I couldn’t stop thinking about how sweet it would be to have this twink dangle on my 8-incher. I was about to find out.
Luke has a chance of breaking in to the TV/Streaming industry, but it all lies in Frank's hands. But can the hot young stud handle what the horrendous old man has in store for him?
After reuniting with my father, we quickly became comfortable around each other and this meant seeing my dad naked quite often and it became increasingly hard for me to repress the sexual urges I had for him.
In Chapter 4, we pick up where we left off, with the small bottom boy preparing for some more fun with Daddy. As he prepares himself for the Giant Top, he wonders if he will be able to handle it... All of it. Of course, Daddy is there to make sure that the bottom boy handles it exactly how he needs to.
Just eighteen. Home alone. And face to face with the achingly hot 20-something doorman who's about to demonstrate what happens when a cocky rich kid says yes to much more than he imagined.
Because some birthday surprises stretch your boundaries in ways you never expected...
Matt and Danny have always talked about how hot it would be to get sucked while watching the game. Reality may play out a little differently than Danny imagined, as it's time he put in the work to step up his own game.
Battling self-doubt, a jock tries to reclaim his lost swagger by dominating a gym acquaintance. In the process, they both discover what he really likes.
Having spread his jock legs for the very first time, Zach now starts exploring his sexuality further. What better place to do this than at the frat house where rumors about his newfound desires start spreading? It turns out Zach is not the only bro in the frat house who likes dicks.
There were 150 girls in my high school class. By senior year, I had boned 30 of them. But my life as a ladies’ man was just a big lie. Deep down, the one student I really wanted to bone was Anthony Di Napolitano. He was on my baseball team. At a student party in college, I ran into a guy who looked just like him. I felt a little stiffness in my sweatpants when I first saw him…
I spotted him at a student party. Or he spotted me. He looked like your stereotypical frat boy: blond with blue eyes, broad shoulders, big arms, big pecs, and a chin puff. He was a bit shorter than me, probably 6’0”. And he looked cocky as fuck; the exact type of guys I like to put back into their place. Before the night was over, I’d make him swallow his pride, his pride and my cock.