By 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 swimfan2. [google-translator] My name is Simon and I’m a senior in college. I’d say I was a pretty good-looking dude – cute, short blonde hair, 6’ tall, and with a smooth, slim swimmer’s build. I’ve never had any trouble getting girls, but keeping them was often a problem… Since I don’t like to change in front of the other guys, I arrived early at the locker rooms for the first swim team practice of the new semester. But this
Read moreBy Urtoy2be. [google-translator] I am a divorced man of sixteen years. I still see my ex-wife a lot as we have kids together. A short time ago at a function for one of the children, I had to see my ex-wife. Her name is Dana and to be honest we have not been very close since the divorce. She moved away to another town about two hours away. It has been sixteen years, but I still have not forgotten how
Read moreBy CF. [google-translator] I waited nervously in the passenger seat as instructed by my Dom, Sir Mark. Twiddling my thumbs, fidgeting with the radio, looking out the window for any sign of a hint as to where we were going as I watch Sir Mark gather his last couple of items like his keys and wallet. And also, to make sure no neighbors could notice that I was only wearing an oversized black hoodie over my leather harness, my sneakers
Read moreby tinybetacuck [google-translator] Doug stepped out of his apartment building door, leaving the handle down so he wouldn’t have to use his keys to re-enter. He strolled out on to the sidewalk and looked up and down his urban block. He lived on the edge of a nice neighborhood but close to a few industrial warehouses. Usually nobody passed by during his 10-minute sessions, and he hoped that would be the case tonight. Doug dug into his pocket and pulled
Read moreBy jockdepoche [google-translator] As long as I can remember, I was always bisexual. When I was in high school, I can remember watching all the other kids start to be attracted to the opposite sex and all I remember is being so confused because, for the most part, I just found everyone attractive. Guys and girls. I couldn’t stop thinking about what it would feel like to rub against them naked, to feel their skin on mine. It wasn’t ever
Read moreBy tawnysuede. [google-translator] Chapter 1 – First Contact “Tyler! Snap out of it – you’re staring again, and he’s noticed!” Jack’s voice whispered hoarsely in Tyler’s ear as the hot water from the shower drummed across his back. There were just the three of them left in the shower now. Basketball practise had been over for more than half an hour and the most of the players were showered and dressed and out the door, heading home for dinner. A
Read moreBy spitzharder [google-translator] The morning sun burst into our bedroom, it’s golden fingers caressing the pink frilly sheets and the face of Fliss. Felicity, as she was named, was a he-girl like me. The sun lit up her soft, girly features as I lent in to kiss her awake. Her long eye lashes fluttered and dark brown eyes gazed into mine, “Morning Missy,” she said. my name is Mystique but Mom always called me Missy and the other he-girls do
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 llsmall. [google-translator] My stepdad and my mom have been together since I was 6. Our relationship is so good that I call him “daddy” or “dad” and he calls me “son” or other son-like names. There is one small thing that bugs me about our relationship though. The way he treats me is VERY different when I’m naked vs. when I am dressed. His dick is way bigger than mine, and I think he infantilizes me because of it.
Read moretimmywells [google-translator] 1972 – in upstate New York ***** “You should leave, Timmy” Mr. Duke said as I stood before him, my knees shaking so badly and my head spinning so much that it was a wonder that I was able to remain standing. I couldn’t leave, and it wasn’t because my Science teacher had a hold of my belt, because I wanted to be there more than anything. After all, this is what I had been hoping for when
Read moreboyganymede [google-translator] I was a partner and a practice-group leader at one of K Street’s leading law firms. I was 49, divorced, just shy of six feet tall, and still sometimes called handsome; I worked to maintain my muscular build, although I was thicker around the waist than I had been when I was a younger man. Matt was an associate in my practice group and a recent lateral hire from one of our biggest rival firms. The firm’s leadership
Read moretimmywells [google-translator] I was 19 years old when I returned home from college in the summer of 1976. A lot about me had changed in the nine months I had been away, both physically and emotionally. Leaving home the previous August a pudgy kid who had spent his teenage years unsuccessfully chasing girls, I was now a fairly well built young man who had discovered a new world when seduced by an older man, and had enjoyed several other relationships
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 moretimmywells [google-translator] “I could be like those folks that stand on the side of the road during them marathon races,” Red Foster quipped as he watched the plump kid guzzle the bottle of water he had just been given. “Got plenty of time on my hands since I retired.” The jogger, who the little old man knew only as Bobby, had lived down the road for years and until recently had been a quite overweight lad, but over the last
Read moretazemebro [google-translator] “Yup. We have another date tomorrow.” The twenty-one-year-old sipped his beer, enjoying the company and the cooling air as the July sun sank over the trees. “How many is that since school got out?” Mr. Fitzsimmons took a swig from his own bottle, and enjoyed the way the young man’s reddish beard and dark-blond hair glinted as a last ray of the sun hit his face. The two of them were relaxing on the powerfully-built security guard’s screened
Read moreBigJim1212 [google-translator] My name is Jacob, but all my friends call me Jake. I’ve always been a big guy. By the time I was a freshman in high school I was 6’8″ tall. At that time, I found out it was easy for me to put on lots of muscle. I proceeded to work out and by the time I graduated I weighed 280 pounds of solid muscle. My size made me the star football player in high school and
Read moreBigJim1212 [google-translator] I’m a male model and my name is Adrian. I’ve been a model since I was a teenager. I’ll admit it right here and now, I’m hot. I’m very sexy. When someone says model hot, well that is me. I know this as every guy wants me or they want to be me. It is a grueling business and requires absolute perfection all the time in your body. My abs must show perfectly every day as I never
Read moreJohnny Scranton [google-translator] Lester was excited and very nervous. He had not been with a prostitute before, and here he was walking up to the door of one now. He took a deep breath and reached to knock on the door. But he paused. His nervousness got a hold of him, and he turned to walk away. This was crazy; he couldn’t go through with it. But then he stopped himself. He thought about how little effort he put into
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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