By RSchwuler. I grimaced at the bleak strip mall, just two long-shuttered shops sandwiching a rundown storefront office. The broken blinds were closed, and the sign was faded. The only other car in the crumbling lot clearly belonged to my quarry. A gaudy, purple Nissan Altima that had been dinged all along its sides and bumper. I bet he was a reckless driver, an aggressive asshole on the road. Vince Caruso was an angry, nasty little bastard, and
Read moreBy toughpinkpanties. Back in college, I had an acquaintance named Joey. He was a friend of a friend, so he’d always end up wherever I was, despite how much I couldn’t stand him. Everyone knew he was gay except him; he was just so far in the closet he could find Christmas presents. Joey was about 5’6”, 105 lbs or so, and was pale with curly black hair and a patchy, scraggly beard. He had an ugly face, and I
Read moreBy CuckyJimmy. Oh shit. Yes (my two fingers working the head of my little dick hard and fast). I felt the churning in my balls, the feeling you get just before blowing your pent-up load. The tingling was fantastic as I breathed hard, raised myself on my toes, arched my back, pointed my little dick forward, and came with some serious ferocity. My head was tilted back, eyes closed as I felt jet after jet of cum spurting bountifully from
Read moreBy surya.nmy@gmail.com Hi Friends, I am Surya. During this story, I was 19 with no experience of gay life. I am always a little chubby, but luckily only in good areas like my chest, which everyone calls breasts, and in my ass, with a flat stomach and tiny dick. I am very fair with no body hair. In short, God wanted to make me a girl, but by mistake, he made me a guy. Enough details about myself, let’s jump
Read moreBy BigJim1212. My name is Bryce. I realized at an early age that my looks could open doors for me. I also realized that my big cock could close the deal. Most people would call the way I looked as classic all-American good looks. When I graduated from high school, I was six foot four with blond hair and ice blue eyes. You know the kind of eyes that can pierce right through the soul. My body was naturally muscular,
Read moreBy SPH Sub. I was at a party in an affluent part of Inner West London thrown by my friend Ophelia, who I’d met ten years earlier at the University. Like me, aged twenty-nine, most of the people here were in their late twenties. We were drinking gin, having minor squabbles over whose Spotify playlist to use, chatting pseudo-highbrow bullshit – the usual party stuff. But a couple of hours ago, a boy walked in who I’d not seen before.
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