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It was Nathan's birthday. His friends got him female strippers; his brother a nude-women calendar; his father the same as his brother. Why couldn't he have what he really wanted? A hot guy...buff, well hung, hard. Was it too much to ask? Nathan daydreamed.... He was walking the streets of downtown. It was after the birthday party. His friends and family had all gone home;...
It was on a Friday that I had my first sexual experience with another man. Friday, the second of April, I believe. My football coach, Coach Johnson, had asked me to stay a little late after practice to talk to me about my grades dropping. "You've gotta do better in school," he told me, "or you'll be off the team." Now, I didn't like to hear this from him. Partially...
After my first rendezvous with Coach Johnson that night, he and I had some incredible encounters. Even with the close of the season, we never ceased to fuck-and-suck after school. I never told anyone about it, and I assume that he didn't either. During the season it was two or three. In the offseason we only did it about once a week, as not to arouse suspicion among the...
Stetson Evrett was a farmhand for James Hilton, a big-shot farmer in Southeast Iowa. At twenty years old, Stetson -- or Stallion, as the local girls referred to him -- stood at a lean six feet, three inches, tipped the scale around 200 or so, wore broad, muscular shoulders, a body to absolutely die for, and dirty blonde hair that, when the wind was right, would cover his...
It was raining. No, pouring. Hard. Lightning, thunder, boom, crack. Too vicious to go out tonight. "Oh, well," Todd thought aloud to himself. "Looks like another night for a pizza and a movie on HBO." Todd, still dressed in his dress shirt and khakis from his day at the office, dialed the number for the local Pizza Hut on his cordless phone, walking over to the...
Garret and Patrick met at JC Penny's at nine o'clock in the evening, as they said they would. Garret was an employee there, so it made for easy access throughout the large store. "You ready?" Patrick asked. "Not until they close up. Still have about ten minutes till we make our move to the dressing room. Okay?" "Yeah, sure." Then, after a moment of...
"Oh! Oh! Harder, harder! Oh, yeah!" Thomas moaned, groaned, screamed and cried as David plunged his hard meat into his ass. "Yeah, yeah, fuck me, fuck me! Harder, harder!..." "Oh, yeah, mother fucker. I'm gonna fucking cum all up inside you, then I'll let you lick off all the cum from my cock, and you can suck me till I cum again. Yeah, fucker, make me cum!" David...
For those of you who are college-bound and reading this, you might want to take heed at the whole new world of college life. For those of you who are already attending classes in college, either you know things like this go on or you don't; there's no medium between the two. And for those who have passed through college safely (like myself), you probably know exactly what...
The boss opened his office door, peeking his head out. "Bradley! Bradley, get the hell in here!" He left the door open and sat back down in his desk. Seconds later, Gavin Bradley walked in. "Yes sir?" he asked, sitting down in one of the two guest chairs. "I need a favor of you, Bradley." "Sure. What is it?" "My nephew is flying in here tomorrow,...
The Movie Theatre : Act I Friday night. Nothing to do. No parties, no friends, no phone, no TV. Nothing. Maybe I'll jack off a couple times. Yeah. Yeah, that'd be good. Get some cum flowin. Always passes the time.... The phone rang. It was six in the evening, and Chad was home alone. It rang again; then again. Halfway through the fourth ring,...
The Movie Theatre: Act II This story is continued from movies.txt. If you do not have this story, find it as soon as possible. It is two parts to enhance the enjoyment of the readers. "I think I'll go home with Chad, all right?" Greg asked the rest of the group outside of McDonald's. "I live closer to him than I do you all, and it would make it...
Ken's parents were getting ready to leave for their dinner party with the Bronsons'. Ken was nearly eighteen and his parents were making him stay home with a sitter on a Friday night. "Honey," his mother told him, "I don't want you staying home alone with your back the way it is." He had strained his back on Thursday during baseball practice. The doctor told him...
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