I grew up in a small town in Utah. The population of Colt City was about 7500 citizens. Most everyone was in the ranching or farming trade. In middle school and high school I was in the choir and a member of the national honor society. I didn't like sports and hated gym class. I was smaller than most guys my age and was bullied from elementary school right u...
I know you've waited a long time for this. Take off my shirt. Slowly. Do the buttons one by one. Fuck, your hands are shaking. I turn you on that bad, huh? Yeah, take it off. Look at my body. You like what you see? You like my muscles? Watch me flex this here.....oh fuck yeah. Fuckin' get your FUCKIN hands off my crotch, motherfucker slut. You fuckin touch...
I had a hazy memory of getting into the passenger side of my Barracuda, the old bucket seat harder than my driver seat. I felt my shirtless back, sweaty in the cold air, stick to the leather. I handed Lan my wallet. He asked me if I still lived where my license said. I nodded. God, my car was awesome. 424 engine with the raised inflow in the hood. Fresh sme...
A week after our get together at Tommy's place, I could still feel the knot formed by my wrecked sphincter muscles, muscles that had been stretched, torn and ripped open, willingly, from my side, by Jim. The Hulk sized, black, muscles all over, slightly, huge cocked man who took me after I'd been used by Tommy and Mike. I smiled to myself, reached behind me...
I had seen him more than once, I went to the local tourist spot to check out the hot guys, he caught my attention immediately, he had a great presence, he stood tall and commanding, being he was maybe five foot nine, he was muscular and had a face you could not forget, with his five o'clock shadow, his sandy brown hair, the chiseled face, his chin, the jaw l...
I groaned as I walked into my American History classroom. This wasn't the normal groan I gave every day I walked into American History class my senior year in High School, oh no, this was a much more scornful groan. Why? Because unlike every other day I wasn't walking into my classroom during school, instead after school was out, and everyone was going home....
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 6'4" with blond hair and ice blue eyes. You know the kind of eyes that can pierce right through the soul....
Sven started to withdraw from inside me and I felt the stretched walls of my rectum closing down on the empty void as he retreated. My bum felt sore and bruised but it was also tingling deliciously from the fucking he'd just given it. I couldn't believe how hard I'd cum while his massive hard knob was tearing back and forth across my prostate. Every time he...
I'm shaking as I approach the gate, palms slicked with cold sweat, heart slamming, stomach twisting. I'm really doing this, about to go through the gate—finally, after walking past it every day on my way to and from work, hearing the repeated clank of massive weights that would crush my slender frame, the deep manly grunts echoing in a massive chest, wrenche...
The days piled on with Lan. I was in my right mind. I kept telling myself that. I texted on and off with Rhonda. There was a smirk and a concern in equal parts in her messages. She offered to meet for drinks, but I had to tell her I was staying away from the bar. "Oh, Lan's on a campaign to get rid of your belly, huh? Good for you, you fat fuck," and I laug...