“Yeah, guys are easier,” I said. “But you’re attracted to girls, so…poor you.” Chris shrugged – it was true. “Still, you managed to get off that one time with me.”

I worked with this guy who said nobody’d ever been able to give him an orgasm…

“So we liked jacking off with each other, that doesn’t mean we don’t like girls,” Neil philosophized as we laid by the pool.

Dad was standing in the middle of the room; he was wearing his grey workout pants and nothing else. My dad’s a big, muscular guy, and the sober look on his bearded face made me nervous. He held something in his hand, and looking closer I realized it was my cum rag.

He apologized for his girlfriend’s behavior. When we’d finished our beers he leaned into me, smiling slyly. “Just let me ask you one question,” he said in a low voice. “Were you really staring at my ass?”

The briefs were stretched taut to accommodate the loaves of his butt, protruding like a shelf from his arched back. This was nothing like that manipulative box photo, so eager to turn you on but not wanting to offend. This was the real deal.

He’s half-naked, his impossibly flawless and muscled torso swaying as he walks past me. He wears a pair of black nylon shorts, the mounds of his plump butt practically bouncing as he walks. He must have just finished running.

“Your sister’s asleep,” he said, and took a gulp of beer. I looked down at the bulge in his drawers. It was conspicuously fat.

A chance encounter with a young college stud.

A young man is lazily seduced by his aunt’s hot, good-for-nothing husband.