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Water Polo Boys Get What They Want

Lars, like Greg, was a 19-year-old sophomore at the university. The handsome Norwegian student would quietly pass through the hallways of the second floor of the all-boys dorm where he lived, a few doors down from Greg. Lars was quiet not because he was unfriendly but because he was new to the country, having earned an athletic scholarship to the U. S. university.
3.2 college & domination

Summer Swim

I have always loved the country - sun, clean air, nature, are the sure elements to make me feel better. This summer, though, I had an experience that I would like to share with you. I am now forty years old (way over the hill!!), but with training and regular exercise, I still remain quite fit. I am six feet tall with black hair and a good strong body.
3.2 beginnings

Balls On The Mat

We have never met or talked. We have seen each other in all states of dress and undress, but we have never touched. We are attracted each other's muscular builds, the broad shoulders, large well developed pecs, the bulging biceps, and strong legs. Both of our baskets contain ample equipment and we display them with pride.
3.2 athletic

Singapore Sling

Got my first teaching job in Singapore. Although I was qualified to teach high school, I chose elementary to avoid contact with horny young men who would turn me on until I did something stupid and land myself in a load of trouble. Those guys are truly jail bait for a young gay teacher like me.
3.2 friendship

Shower Power

I always skin back when I get into the shower, pulling my long, pendulous foreskin all the way back until the tight ring of skin lodges behind the high flaring rim of my big helmet. This lets me feel the hot water sluicing down over the big, tender head, and rinses away any piss residue.
3.2 masturbation

The Trial

It wasn't a dream. He's still here. That's his hand stroking my penis, trying to wake me up. I better pretend to be asleep. He's stroking from the base to the tip and I'm getting hard. I daren't look. He's blowing warm air up my spine, wants to fuck me again. I've forgotten his name. I've forgotten what he looks like. I think he has sandy blond hair, tied at the back like a pony's tail.
3.2 historical

Raunch Night after Visiting Underwear Nights at Local Bar

The place was packed with horny men with well-defined bodies wearing their tight white Calvin Klein's - my dick was always semi hard from the moment I walked in through the door. Whilst the gym hunks and their Calvin's were always stunning to look at and always had me drooling, there were three guys in particular this evening who had grabbed my attention.
3.2 encounters

Unzipping Ken

If only that shed could talk, the stories it could tell, all those pots and tools would no doubt come tumbling off the shelves and the well-used bench, where many a time I was sprawled over for the guys to enjoy me - because it was often not only Ned who shared my talents, but also his mate who both gave me something to remember.
3.2 encounters

My Roomie Jason

I stepped off the air-conditioned plane and into the sweltering heat of Honolulu, glancing around nervously for the college van that was supposed to meet me. A Midwest boy from Ohio, I was out of my depth in this big tourist trap, but I was determined to get my education as far from my stifling family as I could.
3.2 college

Better Living Through Chemistry

The first time I saw him, I was intrigued. The second time, I was definitely interested. And by the time the midterm exam rolled around, I'd lost track of the number of times I'd seen him, but I sure as hell knew I wanted to see more -- because if I didn't, my prick was going to fall off from all the pulling I gave it.
3.2 college

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