Straight dudes share some tough and tender moments.
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?”
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 hot Italian landlord gets acquainted with his tenant.
The story of how having sex led me to do drugs.
Three buddies do some age-old college experimentation in this novella-length story.
Lust and a gutter punk.
“Hey, to each his own,” Perry said, “all I know is, I’m gonna lay back and let one of you feast on my butt while I shoot a load.”
“Fuck, you got a big dick,” he said.
“No way. Yours is way bigger.”
“Want to compare?”