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  • Step brother at the gloryhole

    Step brother at the gloryholeWritten by dickdude
    I couldn't believe it my stepbrother Matt was coming for a visit, he had got a three week leave from the military, my parents were really excited. When they told me I was excited too, Matt was hot as fuck!
    I had some pretty nasty fantasies about him, whenever he was around I took every chance I could to see his ass naked to fuel my imagination. My family assumed I was straight and in fact I had just started considering myself bisexual. I liked having sex with girls, but had started to experiment with guys mainly at bookstores and public restrooms. The day came when he pulled in the driveway, my parents ran out to greet him hugging him. I tried to control myself and was going to shake his hand, he mistook my outstretched hand grabbing me, he pulled me in close "Hey buddy how ya been."

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  • Staying Over

    Staying OverWritten by whields
    "So, the sofa's all yours," Jamie said as Sam followed him through the door of the house, and into the lounge, dropping his rucksack to the floor. "Jack and Andy are out this weekend, not sure where Tom is, but you shouldn't be disturbed."
    "No worries, thanks, certainly beats the floor I was expecting." Sam smiled back. He was down visiting Jamie, a friend from school for the weekend, and they were due to have an early start in the morning to go and watch the athletics, so the thought of a decent night's sleep was appealing.

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  • Growing Up Hung

    Growing Up HungWritten by funandbold
    I've always had a big cock! I mean not gargantuan, but even from a young age, almost always in the changing rooms at the gym or at the pool, I was noticeably bigger than most guys. It was to be expected though. I knew this because I came from a family of athletes. My dad and all his brothers were, hell even my mom was an athlete and so were her brothers. Speaking of that because we all worked out and swam and were into a lot of sports so we constantly saw each other naked. My dad was hung and so were his brothers, and so were my mom's brothers. As I got older and it was noticeable my dad talked to me about it one day, he told me never to be vain about out, or make someone smaller feel bad as cocks were just the luck of the draw, you got what you got.

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  • The Quarterback and Me

The Quarterback and MeWritten by skinnon95
    This is a true story of what happened to me my freshman year of college. I had gotten a job working at the Activity Center on campus. The AC was a gym just for college students where we could work out. Usually it was used just for non-athletes as athletes had their own gym, but occasionally various team members would come in. To gain entrance into the AC, you had a to present your college ID with a staff member (that was me). Then when you left, you picked your ID back up. This way we could keep up with who was in the the AC at any given time.

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  • Billie's Sore Ass

    Billie's Sore AssWritten by erectus123
    Billie's Sore Ass: Sexual Fraternity Hazing Of course I am gay, just look at me; tall and slender, long bleached blond surfer boy hair, a redone bobbed nose, a bit of dental cosmetics to cure an uneven saw toothed smile and an earring in my right ear. I love to wear tight spandex muscle t-shirts with the 'V' neckline as if I had tits. I do have nice pecs and a great ass if I must say so. I wear long tight pants that show off my legs and ass. Baby, I can talk the gay lingo with those important pauses and inflections when I want too without resorting to the limp wrist. You know what I mean?

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  • Coach Able

    Coach AbleWritten by Turbidus
    "What's the problem, Rich? You forget where the exit is?"
    "No, coach. I was running over the mistakes I made in practice and telling myself to get started on my Freshman English composition."
    Rich mentally congratulated himself on staying cool. He'd been busted, sorta. He'd been stalling, desperate for glimpses of his coach walking back and forth from this office to the shower. Coach was careful. He always had a towel wrapped around his waist. Rich didn't care. He'd been stalling longer and longer and now he was paying the price. His coach had not only noticed. He was calling him on it.

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  • Daddy's Good Boy

    Daddy's Good BoyWritten by XxPrinceAnonomousxX
    Damien was a complicated man. He required things just so... he required control. He had to have complete control over his lover. He had to know that his lover depended on him for everything. He had to know that his lover worshiped him, just like he'd worship his lover. Damien was a flirty man on the outside, he didn't seem to have any serious relationships, and everyone just assumed that he slept around, but Damien couldn't.

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  • Hunted

    HuntedWritten by sr71plt
    The rented Jeep Wrangler sputtered and died as Ben was approaching the base of the Vallecito Mountains northeast of Durango, Colorado, and, with a muttered "Shit," he guided the vehicle over to the side of the road. There wasn't any secret why the old Wrangler had died. It was out of gas. Ben had rented the car for the summer from a used car dealer down in Durango as soon as he'd arrived here. It had taken a while to figure out that the gas gauge was misleading. He'd fought with that all summer. Today, he'd been coming down from his uncle's place in the mountains to fill the Wrangler up, but he'd made a wrong turn, spent an hour getting back onto a road he recognized, and the gas hadn't held out.

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  • Team Players

    Team PlayersWritten by CamScorp
    Every off-season of high school baseball, the players got together after school and worked out in the weight room. Some workouts were intense, others were a waste of time. This was going to be my last year playing; the odds of moving on to play college ball were not very good for any of the five seniors on the team, except one, a pitcher. The previous year, a few players were able to get junior college scholarships, but this year seemed to be a down year for that.

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  • Salt and Pepper

    Salt and PepperWritten by kerrymcboyd
    I never actually really liked beaches. Sand would find its way into places on my body that I didn't know was possible to even get sand in, and it wasn't like I rolled around on the beach or volunteered to have my cousins bury me in the ground and build a curvaceous bikini-worthy model on top, like those cheesy photos where the idiots are grinning just above obscenely large sand boobs. No, just thinking about doing that made me want to run and hide in the hotel room.

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