I'm Eli, an 18-year-old freshman on the gymnastics team. Casper said I was too distracted to train right—so he made me jerk off on the mat while I licked his balls. Right there in the open. Just sweat, silence, and his cock swinging above me. Then he handed me a towel and told me to get back to drills. What the fuck?
A silent, soaking reunion. I thought it was just roleplay. Then he called me coach and reminded me who he really was. Now I can’t tell if I fucked him or if he exposed me.
Nico took the honor of parading me, and my wet leaking erected cock, around to the different groups. The kissing promotion was growing to be a large success as men were paying several hundred dollars for a long-lasting kiss with me.
After skipping practice for his encounter with Ethan, Blake faces locker room confrontations and team politics. While jealous teammates question his rapid rise and relationship with team leader Adrian, Blake can't stop thinking about his nerdy roommate.
A story about first love, last goodbyes, and everything that still lingers in between. A new city, a new life but somehow, his ghost still follows me. Maybe this time, love won’t leave me behind.
I'm Eli, an 18-year-old freshman on the gymnastics team. When Coach Casper invited me to a private session, I thought we’d work drills. Instead, he stripped me, stretched me, and made me beg with my body. I should’ve felt used—but all I felt was wanted. I don’t know what this is anymore. I just know I’d do it again.
I’m Eli, an 18-year-old freshman on the gymnastics team, and Casper—my assistant coach—has been wrecking me without even trying. Today, he dropped his towel in the locker room like it meant nothing. But the way he looked at me after… calm, naked, too close. I didn’t move. Because maybe the towel wasn’t all he was about to drop.
I'm Eli, an 18-year-old freshman trying to keep my head down on the gymnastics team. But when Coach Casper stretches me out in my singlet, slow and focused, I can’t hide how hard I get. He notices—of course—but just comments like it's no big deal. By the end, I’m breathless, aching, and desperate for release.
I’m Eli, an 18-year-old university freshman. I can barely run drills without getting hard, and my Assistant Coach Casper doesn’t make it any easier—especially when he presses in from behind and his sweat drips on me. After practice, I’m a wreck. Horny, confused, and hiding it from my straight roommate, Mason, who’s starting to notice something's up
I can’t stop thinking about Casper’s hands or Mason with his shirt. Every touch in practice leaves me overheated, every glance makes things worse, and then I dream about both of them, Casper behind me, Mason in front, waking up hard and horny with Mason across the room. I try to play it cool, but I’m spiraling. How much more can I take?
Ethan steps forward, boots thudding on the sticky floor, a black silicone plug in his hand—3.5 inches long, thick as a fist at its widest, slick with mango-flavored lube that drips onto his shaved thighs.
I'm Eli, an 18 year old university freshman. I join the school's gymnastics team in search of something new but find myself caught in a world of lust, dominance and kink that I never expected when I become entangled with my sexy Assistant Coach, Casper, all while hiding things from my equally sexy, straight, roommate, Mason.
Tor stood over him, his 6’2” buff frame a towering mass of muscle, his thick biceps flexing as he wiped sweat from his buzzed red hair. His 8-inch cock, still semi-hard and glistening with the frothy mix of cum and egg whites, hung heavy in his black shorts, the fabric stained with precum.
Tony eased me through my first morning. Who would have imagined he could be both so crazily horny and so understanding of how to open such a whole new world to me?
The dust flew as he slid into home plate. The crowd roared, as the game came to an end. Steel stood up, and dusted off his dirty white baseball pants as he looked at the score board. The home team changed from 4 to 5, securing the win over their rival in the championship game. His last play of his high school baseball career...
I was sleeping pretty soundly when some combination of Travis and Tony woke me up, which was crazy in itself since Tony seemed to have slept inside me all night, and was already shooting his first load of the morning in me as they laughingly told me it was time to go: “Show time, sexy bitch.”
I had no idea how long I slept, since I initially thought I must somehow be dreaming as I thought I heard Travis and this older man talking, even as his huge cock was still buried deep in my ass.
The locker room buzzed with the electric aftermath of the big baseball game, the air thick with the scent of sweat, dirt, and victory. The college team had just crushed their rivals, and the energy among the players was off the charts—pure, raw, masculine adrenaline pumping through every jock in the room.
Even as a slutty but picky young cocklover, even in a small religious town, who would ever have believed there were so many hot cocks wanting and needing so much more attention, and even though that would prove to be the story of my life…
We were all off getting through the rest of our days. For his part, Travis headed to the pool. Stopping to pee before jumping in the pool, who should he meet but the lifeguard, taking his own leak.
Ben Ward is the quintessential alpha jock, on top of the world, with a terrible attitude and ego to match. But when consequences of his own actions come home to roost, Big Ben might just come crashing down…
Elmer, Clay, Travis and I were just playing another simple game of basketball in Travis’ backyard, just across the street from where Elmer and Clay lived, and through the block from my place. It was just a simple basketball hoop mounted on a backyard shed. We were playing on a makeshift dirt court, probably mostly just to kill a bit of time.
Following the sequence of events, Liam finally could not control his lust and finally decided to make the bold move of revealing himself to Jamal. Read how Jamal completely dominates Liam and make him his bitch.
At the tender age of 21, Koen has ascended to the status of a campus deity, a baseball star whose presence sweeps through the university like a tempest of flame, leaving hearts ablaze and yearning in its wake.