By RSchwuler. [google-translator] Read Part 1 Here. Read Part 2 Here. ***** Part 3… For the next week, I refrained from jacking off and stayed away from Wolcott’s window. I put myself through some intense workouts at the gym, training with a particularly athletic friend of mine. He even had me spar in boxing gloves with him. I felt keyed up and strong. I was sweating testosterone. I was just as horny as I’d been the past few
Read moreBy RSchwuler. [google-translator] Read Part 1 Here ***** Part 2… I left the window, where just inside Hugh Wolcott, the hateful old boogeyman of our neighborhood, continued to wobble his hips around and stew his cock in the guts of the former star quarterback Bruce Mitchell. The sight of the massive jock letting himself get roughly butt-fucked by the short old bastard had been outrageous to me, hideous, but mesmerizing. The wretched spectacle of it had inflamed me
Read moreBy RSchwuler. [google-translator] To say that Bruce Mitchell had been my childhood hero would not have been an overstatement. He was eight years older than me, and we grew up just a few houses down from each other on the same street. All of us neighborhood kids looked up to him. He had been the star quarterback of our high school’s football team and had gone on to play successfully in the Big Ten. He was lantern-jawed and
Read moreBy Whiteboiwife. [google-translator] The classroom was empty when Thomas stepped inside. He lingered by the doorway for a moment, his eyes scanning the space. Rows of black-topped lab stations filled the room, each one marked with gas valves and rusted faucets, worn by years of student use. Though the hardware was modern–digital thermometers, microscope docks, updated safety gear–the old bones of the building were still there in the arched windows, high plaster ceilings, and crown molding that curled
Read moreBy LucyBottoms. [google-translator] The year is 2034, and the BNWO is in effect. African Penis Wrestling is a popular exhibition sport that whitebois are allowed to participate in with their darker, stronger betters. Big Dick’s Gym on Martin Luther & Grand was a real gym, not a fancy treadmill-and-bicycle spa. It smelled of Lysol and balls, hairy, sweaty, balls. And dongs, combat dongs, ’cause it was a training mecca for African Penis Wrestling. I love African Penis Wrestling,
Read moreBy Freedfor. [google-translator] We enter the airplane and move towards the back, slowly finding our seats. My boyfriend Jax booked these seats, tucked away in the back corner. We’re on our way to the Cayman Islands for our first vacation together. Our relationship is still fairly new; having spent the last six months together has been incredible. He makes me feel free to be my true self. We get ourselves situated, and when I sit down, I immediately
Read moreBy Whiteboiwife. [google-translator] The scent of sweat, cologne, and paint thinner lingered in the wide, sun-drenched art studio. The tables had been cleared, the lights were set up, and a large white backdrop was stretched against one wall. It was quiet, save for the occasional shutter click and the soft hum of the space heater — someone had insisted the players not “catch cold” in their minimal clothing. Kennedy adjusted the waistband of his white compression shorts, the
Read moreBy Lil_D_33. [google-translator] My ex-coworker I have mentioned before, knows I have an itty bitty baby dick, her words, not mine. She lets me know she’s thinking about it in that moment, by mentioning tiny things, or makes jokes about how things are hard sometimes, or it will get better hopefully, just smart ass remarks about any topic that could have multiple meanings. She often does it in front of her boyfriend, who is also an ex-coworker and
Read moreBy Disastrous-Space-91. [google-translator] This is a story told to me by a friend who is 35 years old and is a reasonably successful guy. He is also your stereotypical small penis underdeveloped beta male. His name is Nick. I’m giving the real name because there’s no way to trace this back to him. The context is that he has a stepfather, let’s call him Bob, because I won’t use his real name, who is a very, very domineering
Read moreBy Davdar192. [google-translator] I’m Darren, 31, Gay and single at the moment. I am 6’3″ and slim, slightly muscular, some would say I have a swimmer’s body. I work in a large company and manage a team of salesmen; they’re all very confident and cocky, so I have to lead them with a firm hand. I’m not there to make friends, so it doesn’t bother me that they dislike me. Scott and Jim are both extremely confident, all
Read moreBy Whiteboiwife. [google-translator] Sam was frustrated as he left his doctor’s office. He had been humiliated. What was supposed to be a regular physical for his job turned into one of the most embarrassing moments of his life. The doctor had asked his permission if two interns could join his for the exam. Sam was already uncomfortable exposing himself before a stranger even if they were a doctor but before two younger interns was even worse. But the lanky white
Read moreBy Exhibition1st. [google-translator] Tom had done several of these over the past few months: police line-ups. “Easy money,” he said to his mate Kris as the two lads shared a beer one evening after work. Tom was classically handsome. He had dark hair, lightly tanned skin, and a short stubbled beard. He was slim but with just a touch of muscle. He dressed simply but fashionably, and the arms of his plain white T-shirt clung nicely to his biceps. “Maybe
Read moreBy GiorgiosandMegansCuck. [google-translator] You feel nervous as you approach Megan’s front door. You’re there because she sent you a simple, slightly cryptic text that read: “Hey. Can you come over? There’s something important I want to talk to you about.” You told her you’d come over right away and rushed out of the house. You didn’t want to acknowledge it, but a part of you was hoping that Megan had finally come around to seeing you as more than a
Read moreBy CuckoldressAnne. [google-translator] Charles was married to Charlotte, 12 years his junior. She was a bit of a trophy wife to start with, gorgeous with blonde hair and an amazing figure. However, she was quite shy and reserved, but this didn’t stop Charles from parading her around on his arm. She looked good in his Ferrari, and he loved it, the thoughts of other guys fancying her but not being able to have her. It was definitely a power thing.
Read moreBy Whiteboiwife. [google-translator] The examination room was small and utilitarian, designed more for efficiency than comfort. The walls were painted an unassuming off-white, with a single framed print of abstract art hung slightly crooked on one side—an attempt at warmth that didn’t quite land. Bright fluorescent lights buzzed faintly overhead, casting a cool, clinical glow over everything. In the center of the room sat the exam table, its padded surface covered with a fresh sheet of crinkly white paper that
Read moreBy Exhibition1st. [google-translator] Best mates Alex and Aram huddled over the table as they nursed the last of their beers. Both lads had exhausted their overdrafts, and they knew it would be their last night out for a while unless they could find a way to earn some extra cash. Alex look around him despondently, “How come everyone else can afford to be out on the piss,” he complained with a scowl, “So unfair.” Aram was more thoughtful and solution-oriented
Read moreBy TooSmallDave. [google-translator] When I was a student, some gay guys I knew in the drama society persuaded me to have a part in a play where I had to walk on stage totally naked and stand facing the audience for ten minutes. I was aware one of them fancied me; they charmed me and flirted and cajoled me and bought me drinks, so I agreed. I was aware that I was smaller than other men but easily flattered and
Read moreBy pantsedinpublic. [google-translator] My name is Matt, and I am 30 years old. Over the years, as an adult, I’ve noticed that I have become increasingly less social. Being antisocial, it has become harder and harder to meet new people and keep in touch with old friends. That is why I reached out and wanted to start therapy. I went to Google and looked up therapy near me. Not long after starting, I found a website that listed all therapists
Read moreBy Str8SensitiveGuy. [google-translator] Ten years. We were fifteen when we met and became friends. That was twenty years ago. We were seventeen when we began dating and twenty five when we got married. And now, at thirty five, we’re celebrating our aluminum anniversary, though the piece of jewelry I bought her for the occasion is a far cry from aluminum. We’re still just as good of friends today as we were in high school. Almost too good. We’re more friends
Read moreBy LilDean. [google-translator] The war was over; we had lost. I was the last lord to stand against the one they called ‘The Conqueror.’ He had already crushed all the neighboring kingdoms by force; today, his troops had taken my capital. To prevent further harm to my people, I eventually surrendered. He had agreed to see me to negotiate the terms of our peace. To showcase his absolute power, he rode to the gates of my castle on his magnificent
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