Submitted by hbw1896 last November 2nd 2008, 03:11 AM

Ive never written a story befor so bear with me on the bad grammer and all. My story starts when i started college. I hated dorm life. with all the noise and no privacy so my folks set me up in a little garage appartment at a great aunts house. She lived in the college town so my folks felt it was a safe place for me.
Now me, im a natural born nudist. I love to naked when ever i can so the aspect of living in my own place and being naked at home thrilled me. I was a skinny brown hair wh

Submitted by jcamarobt last November 18th 2007, 04:11 AM

Capt. Peters is slamming his pubes hard into my face. Slowly, he
pulls out
that beautiful cock. All eleven inches of the fat monster slide
across my
lips and I feel my throat mucus drip down my chin as it slides out.
I have
a half-second to catch my breath before Peters is pushing his hardon
back
in.

Carl Peters likes fucking my throat raw. He's done it every day for
the
past month, but I hardly mind. I love cop

Submitted by jcamarobt last October 27th 2007, 11:10 AM

Fuck, I'd only taken the class because all my buddies had told me
how easy
it was. See, I was the stereotypical dumb jock - tall, buff and
blonde.
Maybe not so much dumb, but I certainly didn't give a shit about
classes.
The only things that mattered to me were baseball, fucking and beer,
in
that order. I'd gotten into State on a full-ride baseball
scholarship, and
the generous stipend was supplemented by all the under-the-tab

Submitted by jcamarobt last August 16th 2007, 04:08 AM

Randy Ferris struggled on the bed. I had his wrists pinned down to the
sheets and held my weight on his legs, so that about all he could do is
writhe around and wiggle his nice, plump muscleass trying to get free.
Randy was one stud. Six foot and 190 pounds, the fucker packed a mean, lean
lot of muscle on his frame. He had dark eyes and a perpetual brown stubble
that covered his cheeks.

Unfortunately for Randy, I'm a bigger stud, with a good two

Submitted by Rikki49 last August 15th 2007, 01:08 AM

Cigar Cop


I was walking around downtown Newark pretty late one night, just bored with nothing to do. I was on Halsey St., an area known for male prostitution. I was just walking around checking to see if there were any hot guys around. As I was heading back to my car I noticed a police car following me kinda slow. I said to my self uh oh this might be trouble. The cop pulled up along side me and I noticed there was only one cop in the vehicle. He was looking at me ha

Submitted by jcamarobt last May 17th 2007, 02:05 AM

“Damn it,” Gary shouted seeing the police lights flashing in his mirror. He slowed down and pulled over the car. “What did you do?” Ask his buddy Tim.

Gary put the car in park, and got out of the car.

“Sir, please get back in your car!” The officer shouted at Gary. “FREEZE!”

Gary walked right up to the cop and pushed him.
At six foot four Gary stood only one inch above the police officer, but he easily out weighted him by ab

Submitted by jcamarobt last March 29th 2007, 09:03 AM

It was a great night for a run - a Friday night in mid-September...cool, but not chilly...low humidity, full moon...Randy couldn't have asked for conditions to be better! He had finished his shift at the hospital at eleven, drove home...stripped out of his scrubs and tossed them in the hamper, pulled on his nylon running shorts and shoes - and was out the door! It was so late...nobody would be in the park, so he decided not to wear a jock - even though his shorts were very sheer and unlined...

Submitted by storyman last February 10th 2007, 07:02 AM

Tim and Steve were driving along a beautiful winding road that curved along the coast of Northern California. They were buddies who were in San Francisco to attend a trade show, then after the show was over they were taking a few days to drive down the coastline to see the scenery and visit a friend. It was a sunny, mild day, and Steve suggested that they rent a convertible to better enjoy the drive along the coastline. The ocean was a stunning dark green color and the breeze was blowing mildly

Submitted by storyman last January 18th 2007, 12:01 PM

I was on my way home from work one night after working a double shift. It was around 11:30 at night and I decided to stop at the local liquor store to pick up a cold beer and head on home. I had picked up some videos earlier that day and figured I would go home and have a little private party with myself.



When I pulled into the parking lot of the liquor store I noticed this man standing in front, talking on his cell phone. It was the middle of summer and he was st

Submitted by storyman last January 18th 2007, 12:01 PM

Jim could swear he passed that fork in the road twenty minutes ago. As a dense fog creeps in, his heart starts pounding in his chest like a fucking jackhammer. He’s lost, really lost in a creepy backwoods maze of trees, unpaved roads and abandoned houses. There's not a soul around as he pulls his sputtering car to a sudden halt in front of a crumbling farmhouse.



Jim’s got to get some sense of direction and get the hell out of here, he quickly realizes. There