Ay: Kasım 2023

After learning from Ted that I would not see him again, I assumed I was out of luck until I returned to college in the fall. At night, I’d lie in bed, cock in hand, and jack off while thinking of the incredible thrill Ted’s cock had given when he fucked me. I did reconnect …

Sean thought of himself as a true catholic – having been brought up in a staunch catholic family. All was fine until he reached adolescence and the hormones started to bite with overwhelming results. But now he’d reached twenty, he had become deeply involved because of his vibrant passion pangs which regularly happened, because of …

The next morning, Chad and I woke up to the sound of gasping and groaning in the next room. Apparently Amy and Dylan were fucking. I was a little grossed out at first, because after all, Amy was my damn sister. Then again, it didn’t seem worse than she’d walked in on me and Chad. …

Arthur left the dorm after walking in on me and Ryan. I cant blame him. It must have been a shock for the guy. I don’t remember exactly what happened after he left. I remember getting dressed again and leaving the room. I left Ryan in the bathroom and expected he probably finished showering. He …

**This is the continuation of a previous story, Barnyard Boning. Feel free to read it here at if you like, though it’s not necessary to follow the plot of this story** Dale lay in bed on a Friday morning, his cock hard between his legs. He couldn’t stop thinking about a couple weeks ago, when …

I had forgotten how breath taking it all could be as I sat there on the dock. We had had dinner, together, at a small table, dipping our crab in melted butter as the horizon over the bay turned red then purple then royal blue. It was a peaceful and surreal string of moments, great …

When he received a note telling him to go upstairs, this wasn’t what he had in mind. “Hi, Caleb,” said Eliot. He was sitting calmly on the bed, wearing an outfit that looked too dressy for where they were. In a grey sweater and dress pants, he looked like he was going to Sunday Mass. …

It was a muggy, overcast day, and my weekend beer league team had just lost our last game 16-12. We did alright for a bunch of thirty-somethings who had seen better days, but I was definitely in rough shape. Some of the team milled about the diamond, with bags over their shoulder, but most had …

This is a work of fiction, though some of the people in it may have been real, and some of the experiences may have actually happened. I’ll leave it to your imagination to decide what (or who) was real and what (or who) was not. Nobody in this story was underage when they had sex. …

“I’m not a deadbeat.” Asad said. Coach Henry Jacobs stood looking at the teenage boy, jaw clenched, his brawny arms folded across his chest. His green-hazel eyes were hard as slate giving him the forbidding appearance of a bald eagle. This had been arguing for some time now in his office, and Asad was going …