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  • A Good Way to Forget

    A Good Way to ForgetWritten by LoveIsUniversal
    He tried to forget it, but it just came back to him. Theo had to keep going. He needed to finish the day even if the most recent painful memory almost severed his high spirits. The science teacher started his last lecture for the day. Sixth period would soon end if he didn't think well enough to keep the separation from his ex-wife as his primary concentration.

     

     

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  • My First Gloryhole Experience

    My First Gloryhole ExperienceWritten by CKline
    I was 18, bicurious, and incredibly horny. I lived on campus in the dorms with a roommate sharing a room about the size of your average walk-in closet. It was impossible for me to meet people because I was horribly shy and because I was uncomfortable with my sexuality. Thinking myself straight, I was confused by my fascination with big cocks and I sometimes regretted my desire to suck cock. Fortunately for me I found a way to indulge in my compulsion to worship a nice fat cock while also staying anonymous: Craigslist.

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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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  • More Farm Fun

    More Farm FunWritten by bobapple
    Let me tell you about a former classmate of mine. His name was Cameron and we went through school together, right from grade 1 to grade 12. I was a town kid and he was a farm kid. He got bussed to school every day. While we were classmates and friends, we were not buddy buddy. No opportunities presented themselves for us to hang out together after school and become close.
    The Thursday before Good Friday, he approached me just as we were dismissed for lunch about working with him and his dad for the long weekend. His dad needed some extra help on the farm. He had asked Cameron to check around and see if somebody wanted to make some money working on the farm for 3 days. As an eighteen year old, I sure could use the money for gas for the car and for burgers and babes.

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  • Step-Dad Screams My Name

    Step-Dad Screams My NameWritten by JustAnAuthor1497
    Tyler makes step-dad, Andy his bitch.
    SLAM!
    This happens often. Ever since I met this kid he's been a whiny little bitch, just like his father. Don't get me wrong, moving into a house full of other men was a nice change of atmosphere. Y'see it's always just been me, my mom, and my older sister. I was the only man surrounded by women.
    That is until mom started dating Andy my sophomore year of high school. He proposed my senior year and we moved in. My sister had gone off to college my junior year so it was now me, my mom, Andy, and his son Cameron.

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  • The Host

    The HostWritten by unknownmuse
    Traveling Dom meets twink.
    He was the host in the hotel restaurant near the convention center. Early twenties and very cute. Dark curly hair, incredible smile, about five seven and slightly built. Exactly my type. Shaking off the rain from my coat I approached the host to be seated for dinner.
    "Just you?" He asked.
    "Flying solo tonight." I said. "A window seat if possible and a vodka screwdriver." The view of the river would be welcoming after a day wandering the convention complex.

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  • Houston's Story

    Houston's StoryWritten by kwchancellor
    Houston gets picked up.
    I stood in the light of the street lamp on a corner of Avenue B counting the money I had made for the night. I got fifty from an old man who removed his dentures and slobbed my cock with such precision, I busted my nut in the old man's make shift pussy faster than I ever had. Fucking blew my mind. It felt so good, I almost felt guilty taking the old coot's money.

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  • Waiting in the Dark

    Waiting in the DarkWritten by Popper_Papa
    This is a story of how I started hosting a gloryhole. I am naked... vulnerable...defenseless...sitting in the dark of my house waiting for a stranger to come over. He is coming over so I can suck his cock. I have never met him. I don't know what he looks like. He says he has an 8 inch cock! The stranger answered my ad on Craigslist about a private Gloryhole. I have it here at my house.

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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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