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 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 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