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Submitted by jcamarobt last November 12th 2008, 03:11 AM On a recent flight from the Caribbean to the U.S. mainland, I awoke
to find the hand of the man next to me hot upon my crotch. Its
warmth was starting to make my peter get hard, and the erection was
beginning to snake down the in¬side of my pants leg.
It was after midnight. Most of the people on the plane were asleep.
He was asleep too — at least, that's what I thought at the time.
I looked across the aisle. No one was sitting in the seats across
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Submitted by jcamarobt last June 9th 2008, 01:06 AM On a recent flight from the Caribbean to the U.S. mainland, I awoke
to find the hand of the man next to me hot upon my crotch. Its
warmth was starting to make my peter get hard, and the erection was
beginning to snake down the in¬side of my pants leg.
It was after midnight. Most of the people on the plane were asleep.
He was asleep too — at least, that's what I thought at the time.
I looked across the aisle. No one was sitting in the seats across
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Submitted by jcamarobt last January 17th 2008, 12:01 PM Sweet Agony of Defeat
Urban Meyer sat, legs spread and shoulders slumped in the cold metal
folding chair. The University of Florida head football coach hadn't
bothered to turn on the lights to his office, so the only
illumination of a flickering fluorescent hallway light shone through
the door's window. The Auburn and LSU games had both been major
upsets, and Meyer didn't deal with upsets well. He was too used to
winning, or at least losin
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Submitted by jcamarobt last November 29th 2007, 07:11 AM The first thing I saw was that perfect ass. I looked up at its owner
as he
walked away from the bar and saw one thick-muscled college kid,
blonde,
blue-eyed and cocky. He was dressed up for a Saturday night on the
town,
and this was a swanky bar with a reputation as a straight meat
market. I
was there because my friend and sometime fuckbuddy Dave was
bartending; he
liked me to keep him company, and I enjoyed spending his down
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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
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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
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Submitted by jcamarobt last September 14th 2007, 11:09 AM I see him across the bar standing alone. The weather is finally
starting to warm up a little in Boston and this guy was wearing a snug-fitting blue T-shirt that showed a fantastic body - I guess I like all sorts of men's builds, but this one definitely had to be my favorite: thick and muscular,
with enough body fat to fill out the appearance, but not to be
chubby or stocky looking. I'm a pretty tall guy, 6'3", and this guy is about two inches shorter.
I get di
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Submitted by jcamarobt last August 31st 2007, 01:08 AM Damn, was I one horny jock! For the last couple of months, during the season, Coach had told us to stay celibate. Said getting our rocks off would drain our energy and hurt our performance. So for the past two months, nothing for this twenty year old athlete: no pussy, no blowjobs, no assfucking, no men, no women, no jerking off either. True, my hormones wouldn't quiet abide and I had a number of mornings when I'd wake up lying in sheet soaked full of jism from dreams I couldn't remember. But I
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Submitted by jcamarobt last August 23rd 2007, 12:08 PM I pulled out my hardened dick, which was completely coated in white, hot jism. The head made a popping sound as it cleared free of the tight sphincter that still held onto it hungrily. I looked down at the fine form of my fraternity brother Russell. Big, humpy guy with muscles in all
the right places, blonde hair, green eyes, and a nice, round fuckable butt.
That butt was still moving, still grinding into the bed sheets
below. Man, was Russ worked up and horny this m
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Submitted by jcamarobt last August 21st 2007, 01:08 AM It was a nice sunny autumn day, and I had just finished my Tuesday crew practice. I'm a junior and I've been rowing since I got to college. I've always liked the water, I guess, plus I really like the way it's conditioned my body. I have a definite crew build: strong upper body and great arms and back. The other guys on the team always give me somethingto live up to, as they're all nicely built studs with flaring lats and knotted delts - when the weather is warm like on that Tuesday, most of the
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