By the time they'd finished with me, I was a cum-covered mess. Hot jism was leaking out my well-reamed ass, dribbling out my lips and down my chin, sprayed across my chest, matted in my hair -- there wasn't one part of me that wasn't doused in spunk. How many had there been? I lost count. I remember being surrounded by five hard cocks, working my way around...
My name is Steve Victor. A six-foot-three, broad-shouldered, muscular and dare I say extremely good-looking young Black man currently living in Virginia. This year has been the year of changes for me. I graduated from Castor Academy, an all-male private boarding school in Boston, Massachusetts, and got accepted into Saint Theresa College. It's a private, dee...
(All main characters are over the age of 18) * As soon as I got back to the room, I screamed. I was just so frustrated at the coach, and the school and everybody. I needed to vent my anger and frustration. I felt like crying. The soccer team had been one of the only constant things in my life, and I didn't know what I was going to do now that it was no lon...
We had been communicating for months and months through an Erotic web site and after finding out that we were thousands and thousands of miles apart it seemed we'd never meet! You in England, me in the United States! We had to come up with a plan to finally meet! We had fallen in LOVE and we were desperate! My dreams of us finally meeting became an obsession...
Just before I got there it dumped; a shower caught me and drenched me. I tried shaking out my hair and wiping my face with my hoodie. I heard some one laughing. "Hey! Victoria, got a towel back there?" I'd fucked her during my freshman post break up slutty spree and we were still friendly. I couldn't remember if she was single. She worked as a barista in the...
::Thanks so much to Niqqi_6 for editing <3:: Note: story contains nonconsentual themes. * My wife woke me up that morning by wrapping me in her arms and kissing me awake. I opened my eyes to find her nose just brushing against mine. "Good morning, Mr. McPherson," she whispered to me. I smiled back at her. "Good morning, Mrs. McPherson," I said grinni...
I'm Tony. Life is good. Life has more variety than I ever dreamt of, because of a special weekend that changed my life for ever. Like all these things it started in a bar! Late on a Tuesday evening. Attached to sports club. Some guys on the next table boasting -- civil servants were the best sportsmen! Okay, they had just won the local five-aside soccer le...
The image of Thomas leaning back against his car that Wednesday evening as I walked out of the training facility and onto the parking lot, took my breath away. This soft, gentle, giant of a man leaning back with his feet crossed at the ankles, his arms crossed, it suddenly hit me...why did he have this effect on me? "When you told me, you were a soccer play...
Author's Note: I am recovering from repeated surgeries on both arms to correct a degenerative nerve condition. To write this, I use voice to text software which isn't always accurate. As my recovery will take considerable time, I have decided to continue writing and give my best effort at doing the thing I love. Please, if you spot any typos or grammatical m...
How long have I been bisexual? Good question. For as long as I can remember, my fascination with sex involved both genders. My actual experiences as a youth, however, always involved girls, women, whatever, the female of the species. There was always a part of me that focused on the men when viewing porn. Was I projecting myself into their role, imagining my...