“Get off me!” David struggled and yelled. “Let go!” Me and Sam didn’t let go, we were fucking with our nerdy roomie. David was one of those dweeb types that just got on my nerves. He bothered me by not bothering me, you know what I mean? Any fucking way, me and Sam had been sitting watching the tube drinking a few beers, when David walked in. He wasn’t a full fledged nerd, no pocket protector, but he was close. He came in, not a hair out of place, carrying a knap sack. Sam grabbed the knap sack from the surprised David and tossed it to me. David said, “Give it back!” and came towards me. I grinned and tossed the sack back to Sam. Yeah, kid stuff, I know, but fuck, the beer had me and Sam feeling good. And, it’s fun fucking with a dweeb! David was ... Read More»

Meet me at two o clock at the red lion. I'll be wearing a black addidas hoodie, I'll be standing at the bar with a bottle of smirnoff ice. that was the message on my laptop. so at exactly two o clock i walked into the pub and clocked the lad at the bar. as i walked over to him he turned towards me an necked the remainder of his drink and motioned me to follow him. i did so and we walked into the toilets. the lad marched over to the two cubicles and checked if any was occupied. satisfied that we were alone he beckoned me over to the one closest to the wall. we both entered and he closed the door and locked us in. He pulled back the hood and turned to face me. wots your name? he enquired. its mike. i said. wots yours? he didnt answer, he pointed to my pants. ... Read More»

Of course I was nervous, I had modelled before, but not often, and always for a class. This was private. And for a guy. He said he wanted to take to draw me with an eye to producing a series of paintings. We arranged to meet, in a cafe near his house. I already had his address. We had a quick coffee, managed some moderate sized conversation, and went to his flat. And he said if I was ready I should undress. I looked around the room, looking for a screen, or waiting for him to say: use my bedroom, or the bathroom, and here's a robe. I had my own towel for this purpose. Ever professional. He offered nothing. So I asked if he meant me to undress here. He said sure. If that was okay. I did. Not because I was too timid to demand otherwise, but, this is the thing, ... Read More»

Our neighbors have a really good-looking son," Chad. His room is up in the attic of their house like mine is. Every now and then I see him in his window and he's seen me from his. He knows all about me and is cool about my cross-dressing. I see him with a lot of pretty girls. Sometimes I catch him sneaking them up to his room. The girls can get pretty loud at times when he's having sex with them. That gets me so hot," I sit by the window jacking off listening to the moans. One day he just finished fucking and was going down the stairs from his bedroom and caught me wearing my stocking," garters and bra playing with myself. I just smiled. Sometimes I would fantasize about being with him when I'd masturbate. I picture him doing me like he does the girls he takes ... Read More»

They met in a motel room for the first time. The boy was waiting, and was lying on the bed face down when the man came in. He slowly and deliberately took off his coat and tie, and used the tie to blindfold the boy, who was fully dressed on the bed. After the boy was blindfolded...the man guided him to a standing position in the middle of the room, and stood behind him, his hard cock up against the boy's tight ass. The boy could feel the man's warmth as he surrounded him, then he felt the man's hands slip under his arms and begin to slowly unbutton each button. Soon the shirt was open and the boy felt the man touching him, knowing his body was going to be explored completely--every part. His excitement was obvious as his penis began to get hard ... Read More»

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I get up and start to walk slowly to my room, having a difficult time balancing on my high hells, my knees red and aching from being on the floor and weak from the pounding I just took, my ass throbbing and dipping cum all over my legs. Despite having swallowed as much as I could, I have some cum on my chin and on the sides of my lips, my hair all messed up from being grabbed, my nipples red from being played with, my thong wet from my own cum. I am thoroughly fucked and I look it. Everyone who sees me in the hallway can tell I've been fucked good and hard, used like the bitch I am. I walk to my room and contemplate my fate and wonder what will become of me. As I clean myself in the bathroom, I wonder if I will ever be able to be a man again, or is ... Read More»

I hurried out of the building, my cock hard and dripping copious amounts of precum, staining the front of my slacks. I awkwardly attempted to cover myself with my briefcase as my mind raced. "Did that really just happen? Did one of the most powerful industrial giants just use me as his cumslut?" I hailed a taxi and offered a generous tip to get me to my hotel as quickly as possibly. Ten minutes later and $30 poorer, I was safely enclosed in my suite at the Hyatt. I immediately removed my pants and lay down on the bed. My erection hadn't subsided at all. I stroked myself through the material of the thong. Mr. Richards body, his cock, his hands forcing my head down, consumed my thoughts. I pulled the thong back and quickly stroked my cock. On the fifth ... Read More»

It was a saturday night. I was working my shift at the A.G.C club. (All Gay Club) I was a bartender. My name is Nate. Im kind of short but good looking, i have nice brown long hair, blue eyes, and a great smile. I am kind of muscular and tan . I look alot like Zac Efron. In fact some people mistaked me for him. Im not gay but was willing to explore my sexuality. I was cleaning all the glasses and bar when a tall, blonde, tan, very muscular, sexy young male came up to me and said " hey, do you know where i could get some directions?" I said "well where do you need to go?" "Well come with me so that you could show me, ill pay you" he said. My shift was gonna end in the next 5 minutes and i didnt get that many tips today so i said" sure, but how much will you pay ... Read More»

Every girl in the school wanted a piece of Mr. Stellato. He had brown hair, was tanned, had a chiseled face, and had a six pack that rocked the world. He usually wore tight jeans that showed off his nice ass. He knew that many students had tried to sleep with him in the past, but he just laughed it off. He also got along great with the guys at the school, the students loved him because he was still only 27 and could connect with them. Little did he know, that it wasn't just the girls that wanted to have their way with him. "Alright class, I'm passing back the essays that you guys wrote last week, I was impressed with a lot of you, others, not so much" Mr. Stellato said with a laugh. He went around the room handing them out, more of the students smiled when ... Read More»

It was afternoon as I drove down old country roads cussing myself for being too mean to install a satnav unit in my car. I was ready to admit to myself that I was completey lost and had been going around in circles. Things could not get any worse, or so I thought! A few minutes later the engine of my car sputtered. I glanced at the instrument panel and to my horror saw the gas gauge was reading empty. I pulled my car over onto the verge, got out and looked around me. I was a young city kid lost in what seemed like another planet. Just then a pick-up truck came around the corner and stopped. ''Need any help'' asked the driver. When I told him what had happened he said ''get in, I'll drive you to the nearest gas station''. The stranger was dressed in only a ... Read More»

Going to college was scary, not like a horror movie of course, just the nerve racking fear of the unknown and unexplored. I had grown up in a very small, Midwestern homophobic hick town in the middle of nowhere. My graduating class didn't even break 50 students. I had worked hard in high school and earned good enough grades be accepted to a respectable university. Now that it was time to go it felt like jumping into a giant black pit. After the goodbye, all college felt like at first was a summer camp with school involved. I see why I had been so petrified about leaving, but looking back I truly believe that it was the best thing I did. College was freedom. I have always stuck out in a crowd, being how tall I am (6' 5"). Before you ask, I played some ... Read More»

The builder's office shouldn't be dark at this time of day. True that the sun had set and it would have been dark in any event as the snow had begun to fall faster and was mounding up around the door. But Chet had made an appointment to deliver the plans for the Thornton's new house to the builder, and Danny had promised to keep the office open for him. Chet had almost put the transaction off, as the funeral had only been yesterday, but the Thorntons were anxious to get past this phase and neither Danny nor Chet had wanted to give them second thoughts about the contract. Phil had been the front man for the building firm, while Danny had been the behind-the-scene organizer and schedule keeper. With Phil gone now, it was likely that the firm's clients would be ... Read More»

I was in my second semester of college. I know, same old story, but it did happen to me. A few buddies and I went out drinking on a Friday night. We were raising hell and carrying on like there was no tomorrow. We went to a small local bar where there were women, beer and music. We drank and danced with some of the women, trying to get laid. One of my friends, Craig, was about 6 feet tall; good body and had short brown hair with blue eyes. He was doing the most dancing. Mike, who was about 5 foot 9, slim build, had short blonde hair, blue eyes and a great smile. Mike and I drank mostly, watching Craig dance and get turned down. Getting frustrated, Craig joined us for a drink at the bar. The three of us sat there for quite some time getting liquored up and ... Read More»

Note : This story is completely fictional! I awoke from what seemed to be a deep sleep to find myself bound and gagged in what appeared to be an attic. After a moment of wondering what was happening everything came flying back and I remembered what had happened in the factory. I fought to free myself from the chains and shackles on my wrists and ankles which were connected to the wall a short distance away. I soon discovered that the chains were too strong and they won't come loose from their mounts on the walls. I stood wondering whose home this was and if I would be forced to have sex with a guy again when I heard someone moving around in the rooms below me. I hoped the sounds would get weaker so I could think of a way to escape, but, to my dismay the ... Read More»