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College Cum


(All students involved in this college activity are, of course, over the legal age of consent.)

There were a number of them; the Jerk-off Boys they were known as. They were all very good looking, and they used to have bets between themselves on being able to seduce and masturbate to climax every boy in the college during classtime.

You'd be sitting at a desk trying to concentrate on the teacher, but it would be impossible when one of these handsome Jerk-off Boys had sat himself beside you. They smothered themselves with after-shave so your head was in a dazed spin as soon as they sat next to you. Then you'd feel a hand on your thigh under the desk, and before you knew it they had your flies undone and they were massaging your stiff cock under the desk. The teacher was unaware of this sexual activity which took place all the time right in front of them.

Derek was next to me today. My heart missed a beat at the excitement as I smelt his sexy after-shave. I cast a sidelone glance at his handsome face looking straight ahead at the blackboard, as though completely innocent, but his hand was already unzipping my flies. As he got my already stiff cock out, I had an urge to lean over and lick his smooth sexy neck where his thin gold chain was showing above his open-collar shirt. But I couldn't do that here in class, so I just had to sit there, completley oblivious to what the teacher was saying, as Derek slowly started to jerk me off.

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Contract


YOU GIVE MASTER:

Your money & possessions, because he deserves them

Your decisions, because a man knows better what to do than a fag

Your privacy, because why do you need privacy?

Your body, to take care of all the things he shouldn't have to do himself

MASTER GIVES YOU:

A reason to live.Fags have a natural admiration for men.They just instinctively want to make men happy.Once a fag has acknowledged his inferiority, and admitted that nothing makes him happier than seeing a real man happy, the faggot will feel a great deal of relief and will finally be able to really enjoy hearing, seeing, or even just knowing he contributed to a real man's comfort, happiness, health, pleasure, and relaxation.The faggot's own difficulty, discomfort, exhaustion, pain, or stress in making that happen serves to highlight a real man's perfection and superiority by contrast.It's kind of a free bonus for both of you.It reminds the man how lucky he is to have been born a real man, and it gives the fag a chance to concentrate on expressing his love and admiration to the superior male in a way that shows real devotion.

I. Domestic service for the Master

A real man deserves all the comfort, happiness, and joy he can get in life, right?A big part of this is not having to worry about the stupid, little boring things in life.Luckily you are there to do all the stupid, little boring things.All your free time at your Master's house should be spent cleaning and cooking for him for starters.He deserves a spotless home, plenty of delicious food whenever he wants it, and the freedom to devote himself to breeding hole, having fun, and kicking back.

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Gold


THIS WORK IS FULLY PROTECTED BY U.S. COPYRIGHT LAWS.NO PORTION OF THIS WORK MAY BE COPIED OR REDISTRIBUTED BY ANY MEANS WITHOUT THE EXPRESS CONSENT OF ITS AUTHOR.

THIS WORK DEALS WITH A FICTITIONAL RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN TWO MEN.IF READING ABOUT HOMOSEXUAL RELATIONSHIPS OR SEXUAL CONTACT BETWEEN TWO MEN IS EITHER ILLEGAL IN YOUR AREA OR OFFENDS YOU, PLEASE DO NOT READY ANY FURTHER.

PLEASE HEED THE WARNINGS OF THE MEDICAL COMMUNITY AND USE CONDOMS, THEY MIGHT JUST SAVE YOUR LIFE. RESEARCH SHOWS THAT MORE AND MORE PEOPLE HAVE MADE THE DECISION TO PRACTICE UNSAFE SEX—-PLEASE RECONSIDER THIS DECISION IF YOU HAVE CHOSEN THAT PATH.

ANY SIMILARITIES TO ANY PERSON LIVING OR DEAD ARE PURELY COINCIDENTAL. THIS WORK IS ENTIRELY FICTITIONAL.

GOLD

The spectators were on their feet screaming and applauding the victory on the ice oval.Sixty thousand excited fans chanting: `USA! USA! USA!' while he took his victory lap.Someone passed him the flag and he skated with it held victorious over his head in his outstretched hands.The culmination of the past three years of vigorous workouts, meets all across the world, and the discipline that I had imposed on his training.And on his life.

Four years ago he had been so close, having won several regional and national meets.On the final lap his attention faltered and he wiped out before reaching the finish line.The coaches were unprepared for his reaction; they were too busy with their own.Jake Evans gave up on himself as he got back to his feet, vowing to never don another pair of skates.

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Cream Filled


Originally published in the March 2008 issue of Freshmen Magazine

Cream-Filled By Natty Soltesz a.k.a. Bacteriaburger

"Let's get right to it," Kevin said, slapping his palms together. "You boys know why you're here. It's always an adjustment, bringing new guys to the team. But Toby and I have faith in you."

Peter and Carl shifted uncomfortably in their chairs, glancing at the white box sitting on the couch between Kevin and Toby. All Peter knew was that these two alpha male gods of the crew team had told him (and Carl, the other frosh recruit) to show up at their off-campus apartment that evening if he knew what was good for him. The rest was all legend, murky stories of homoerotic hazings past that gave Peter a fluttery sense of anticipation. 

Poor, mousey-haired Carl just seemed afraid.

"We know that you're physically capable to row with us," Kevin continued. "Now we have to find out where you stand mentally. Toby and I set the stroke and it's up to you guys to keep up. That requires respect on your part, and a willingness to follow orders. Understand?"

The freshmen nodded. 

"Good," Kevin said, flashing a shit-eating smirk on his handsome, darkly stubbled face. His black hair stood erect from the top of his head. He wore a sleeveless shirt, showing off his powerful arms and the brush of dark hair on his chest, arms, and back.

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Overnight Pass


This is a story of sex between adult male members of the MILITARY. All legal disclaimers apply. If this topic offends you, do not read any further; and ask yourself why you are at this site.

If you are under the age of 18 (21 in some areas) and too young to be reading such material or if you are in a locale or country where it is not legal to read such material then please leave immediately and come back when it is legal for you to do so. We'll be glad to have you back.

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual events or locations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental, although it may be loosely based on real events and people.

The story is in no way meant to disrespect, demean, discredit or dishonor the men serving in uniform. On the contrary, the author has the greatest respect and admiration for our men in the military and it is the author's belief that men should be allowed to serve their country honorably, protecting all freedoms, including their own freedom to be who they are.

If you meet the criteria then read on, enjoy, and kindly let me know what you think. On the sites that provide for you to rate the stories or leave comments, I value your thoughts and opinion; I would also like to hear from you personally. Personal stories and accounts of your own similar experiences are always welcome.Contact me at Peterbilt222@hotmail.com

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Thinking Of You


This is an email I sent to a friend after he was unable to meet me for sex.I enjoyed writing it and he enjoyed reading it, so I thought I'd share it more widely.It's a true account...

I got in from the office about 7pm, and changed into my black lycra running shorts and a thin black lycra vest - it doesn't look that great on me now, but I'm training for the New York Marathon and so it should look better on me as the months go past.I went down to the gym in the hotel, stepped on a treadmill, set my iPod to shuffle, cranked the speed up to 6mph, and ran for three miles.As usual, the talent in the hotel gym was minimal, and I wasn't distracted from my run.

I skipped the locker room (tempted though I was, as I usually am, to see if there was anyone interesting in the showers) and headed back up to my room. I was hot and sweaty.Nice, fresh, manly sweat.The scent of honest exercise.I felt energised.I was physically tired, but I felt emotionally good.

I got into my room and collapsed on the bed.For a while I just lay there, making myself aware of my body, thinking about the muscles that were tired and might ache tomorrow, feeling the sweat trickle in the small of my back.I started thinking about masculinity, the male body, and one in particular, and I started to get aroused.

I thought about a man lying next to me, inhaling my scent, enjoying the look of my body.My cock started to thicken, and my breathing became more shallow.I ran my hands over my torso, imagining they were yours, and could feel the urgency with which you needed to handle my body.My hands slid lower and I could feel my hardness through my thin shorts.I slid my hand along my shaft and could feel the head of my dick starting to poke through my foreskin.

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Boy Was Foine


Please place Nifty Archive or story in the subject box so I'll no it's not spam.Thanks, Cdawg.

The Boy Was Foine

Just when he was about to give up hope the bumper to bumper traffic crept forward. Los Angeles thought Mark Chapman, traffic capital of the world. Growing frustrated with the snail pace traffic Mark started looking for the first exit available. The hopelessly snarled traffic, however, presented Mark with no outlet. Damn! He thought, I could make the whole trip from my home in Brentwood to the Downtown area faster than I could make this next off-ramp! Finally, he edged forward far enough to get around an old beat up Dodge Colt and away from the freeway. Now what? He thought. Spying a hamburger stand he decided to kill the time getting some grub.

Seeing the old burger place reminded him of his old neighborhood. A patio served as the only eating area, so Mark ordered and retired to one of the tables to wait. As he waited he began taking in the sights. There were good looking kids everywhere. To bad he couldn't just take one of them home, he thought. Looking at all these cuties he remembered an old idea he used to have, back when he was broke. Before he'd become a successful businessman, he would drive around the old neighborhood, drooling over these gorgeous boys and wish he had the money to proposition one of them. It was then that he saw this kid swaggering up to the stand, and the boy was beyond fine, he was foine.

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