By orenshamir94. Let me tell you how I completely lost my manhood to my best friend. I’ll set the scene a little. Randall was my best friend for over seven years. We met in college and bonded quickly. We’ve shared a lot of adventures and good times over the years, and even though we live in different cities, we do a good job keeping in touch. I’m not gonna lie. We are both pretty attractive guys. Randall’s taller than me,
Read moreBy amenarimix. I’ve always thought of myself as straight. I’ve attempted to hook up with pretty girls, but I’ve never been successful. I put this down to my thin build, pale skin, long, untidy blonde hair, and the fact that I didn’t go through puberty until I was almost 18 years old, which left me with practically no body hair. However, what made me feel bad about myself was something no girl had ever witnessed before college. I despised myself
Read moreBy Unknown. John was 22 years of age, average height and weight, but unfortunately, nature did not bless him very well in the manhood department, for when he was fully erect, he could only muster a measly four inches. His 21-year-old girlfriend Melanie was five foot eight tall with long blonde hair, a slim waist, and 36D tits. From day one, Melanie was a typical bitch; everything had to be her way or no way. On their first date, John
Read moreBy AnOddCrush. ‘This apartment has great water pressure,’ I thought to myself with relief. The hot water on my back felt amazing after my long night. I didn’t know what had gotten into my wife, but she’d wanted to have sex over and over, and now my poor butt was paying the price. It was sore, and I could feel dry, crusty cum chafing my abused anus. Sighing and feeling a little like it was a chore, I squirted some
Read moreBy Babydicklover. A couple of months ago, my stepson moved in with me due to inflation. I enjoyed my privacy and wasn’t looking forward to living with him again. That may sound harsh, but I am set in my ways as a 62-year-old man. I raised him since he was in diapers. He doesn’t know I am not his biological father, and I don’t plan on telling him anytime soon. Living with him was fun, but I needed to address
Read moreBy Str8SensitiveGuy. I am about to be torturously tickled in front of a crowd of six thousand screaming fans. What the actual fuck? I have a ski mask over my head and I’m sprawled out on the floor of a wrestling ring where a professional and insane beast called The Torturous Tickler is about to have his way with me. Did I mention that I am not a wrestler? I am just a regular guy. A ridiculously ticklish regular guy
Read moreBy sheltrotic. This is another true story, and I’m no professional writer, so please forgive me if it’s not interesting. It is true. After graduating high school, my ex-military Dad insisted I join the military or go to school. I chose a tech school with a two-year degree. The school put you in an apartment and found you employment if you wanted. It was located two hours from my home in the biggest city in our state. Coming from a
Read moreBy zhorvath. Everyone at the school, even the freshmen, knew that Sigma Rho Eta was at the top of the social pecking order. Even the students who eschewed Greek life recognized that SPH threw the best parties, recruited the most charming and charismatic guys, and got with the hottest girls on campus. Rodger stood in front of the big, brick house emblazoned with the frat’s letters. He’d seen it before on campus tours and visits with his family, but today
Read moreBy Micropp Blake. Growing up, I always knew that I was smaller than most boys. From 12 to 16, I fooled around with the neighborhood boys. I was always pretty much the one taking on the girl’s part. I was older than the other boys. I had already hit puberty, and my friend hadn’t. The first time I ever did anything with him, I remember us getting naked, and he didn’t have any hair yet, and he was twice my
Read moreBy Babydicklover. A couple of months ago, my stepson moved in with me due to inflation. I enjoyed my privacy and wasn’t looking forward to living with him again. That may sound harsh, but I am set in my ways as a 62-year-old man. I raised him since he was in diapers. He doesn’t know I am not his biological father, and I don’t plan on telling him anytime soon. Living with him was fun, but I needed to address
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