Saturday, March 29, 2025

The Frat Hole Experience

 Dylan's Hole

Dylan had always had a pretty ass, but it wasn’t until he went to college that other dudes did more than admire it. He had roomed with a fellow jock from his high school, a dude notorious for his uncontrolled libido and his willingness to fuck anything once he went into rut.  So it wouldn’t have surprised anyone who knew him that, one night midway through their first semester when the dude returned back to his dorm room frustrated and horny after a long-night with a prick-teasing coed, he decided to avail himself of the use for which Dylan’s ass seemed perfectly designed.

He fucked the hell out of Dylan’s ass, all night long. Dylan, being an anal virgin, didn’t find his roommate’s amorous interest in Dylan’s nether regions particularly enjoyable, at least not at first.  But as the night wore on and Dylan’s boy-hole was relentlessly enlarged by his roommate’s over-sized Man-cock, Dylan was surprised to discover that there reached a point where he actually found his roommate’s frantic fucking sexually arousing.  So much so that by the time his roommate finally finished with him, the sheets on Dylan’s bed were covered with Dylan’s boy-spunk.

The following afternoon, even though his boy-ass still ached from the previous night’s assault, it was actually Dylan who initiated their next sex session by going up to his roommate and assuring him that the next time he was horny he shouldn’t hesitate in using Dylan’s hole to assuage the raging need to nut. This was like waving a red cape in front of a bull, and in less than three minutes Dylan found himself back on his bed, his legs raised high in the air, as his roommate proceeded to pound out two more loads of his fuck-seed into Dylan’s now hungry boy-twat.  And later that night, Dylan wasn’t surprised when his roommate spent another hour balls deep in his now cum-sodden boy-hole.

Within a week, Dylan’s roommate was spending every night with his big Man-cock buried deep inside of his well-worked fuck-chute.  And the two of them might have continued on like this indefinitely were it not for the fact that Dylan’s roommate flunked out at the end of that first semester.

Dylan, though, having learned to love having his bunghole ravished on a nightly basis didn’t miss a beat once his roommate was no longer there to service his cock-sleeve.  He became a regular in the university’s gym, or to be more precise, in the locker room showers, where he quickly discovered that there were many fellow students who, just like his departed roommate, found Dylan’s hole the perfect place to get a nut when they were horny.

Indeed, Dylan’s availability became sufficiently notorious that one day the President of the local Sigma Mu chapter stopped by to sample Dylan’s welcoming hole for himself.  Suitably impressed both by the tightness of Dylan’s fuck-hole and the eagerness with which Dylan approached any cock pointed in his direction, the President inquired if Dylan would like to become a resident cum-dump for the fraternity.  Well aware of Sigma Mu’s reputation for attracting the horniest jocks on campus, Dylan agreed immediately and within a week he had moved in and began to serve as one of the frat’s fuck-holes.

Two years later, he’s still there, despite the fact that he dropped out of the university over a year ago.  He’s now technically a handyman employed by the fraternity, but he still spends every day buck-ass naked, servicing the fraternity brothers with his well-worked asshole just like before. It may not be as tight as it once was, but what it may have lost in clutch is more than compensated by the exuberance Dylan always shows whenever there’s a hard cock rummaging around in his fuck-hole.

It's actually pretty amazing considering all the use it’s seen, but the brothers of Sigma Mu still rave about what a great cunt Dylan has between his legs.  And you don’t have to take their word for it. Dylan’s available for use by any guest at one of Sigma Mu’s weekly parties and you can try one or both of his holes for yourself, just like I did. There was a line, of course, and it took over an hour before I got my chance to shove all of my thick uncut 9.5 inches in his eager hole. All I can say is, he took it like a champ and it was well-worth the wait.  But don’t take my word for it. Just go to one of Sigma Mu’s parties and see for yourself.  I’m sure you’ll say the same thing – it was well worth the wait. 

 




Thursday, March 20, 2025

The Free-Balling Jogger

 

Trevor's Side Project

Typically, my boss messages me with directions at exactly 7:00 am each day. The nature of my work is a private matter between us. Essentially, I assist in managing the interests of his company.

The message for today: meet Trevor at 8:00 am at the office; he will provide further details.

It’s frequent to receive instructions on where to go, with the details coming later. Overall, Trevor was a decent colleague. We had collaborated on several projects before, and he consistently presented himself well and maintained a professional demeanor. No unnecessary complications. That’s crucial in this field.

In this profession, that's significant. Trevor's distinctive trait, which stirs controversy within the organization, is that he is openly gay and a bold sadist. I witnessed him perform acts on another man—harsh, undeniably sexual acts—that I would not dare to recount; however, they did aid us in obtaining the necessary intelligence. Our employer prioritizes outcomes over tactics, and Trevor delivers results. Unlike certain hired thugs, I don’t object to his approach. It doesn’t bother me at all.

I picked up my keys, wallet, and gun before making my way to the office. Setting the scene aside, I certainly did not anticipate walking in on Trevor in the act of pleasuring a bound and gagged man. It caught me completely off guard.


"Mmmph!! Unnnph!!" the captive whined. It was evident that he was forced into this situation.

"What’s going on here?" I inquired. "Is this the assignment?"

Trevor chuckled, glanced up, and greeted me with a grin while continuing to stroke the defenseless man's erection.

Wednesday, March 19, 2025

Timothy Champagne's Drama & Controversies

 Exploring Timothy Champagne's Online Presence and the Controversies Surrounding His Persona

Timothy Champagne's presence on the internet has emerged as a central topic of conversation, primarily because of a range of conflicting stories and assertions that have resulted in accusations of deceit. This ongoing controversy isn't limited to just the variations in his personal narratives; it also includes serious allegations regarding the disloyalty towards other content creators and the sharing of confidential recordings. To better understand the complexity of the situation, let's delve into the details:

Shifting Identities

Timothy Champagne has captured the spotlight in the realm of online content creation, especially on platforms where he engaged with fellow male creators. At the outset, he characterized himself as heterosexual, asserting that his relationships with men were solely motivated by economic gain. However, this perspective shifted over time as he began to identify as bisexual, ultimately evolving into a declaration of being gay. Such transformations in his self-identified sexual orientation have prompted a wave of skepticism from the public. Numerous individuals have accused him of orchestrating these changes in order to craft a more intriguing persona aimed at attracting both attention and financial rewards.

Contradictory Statements

Allegations of dishonesty arise from the glaring inconsistencies found in his public declarations. He has asserted various truths regarding his relationships, emotions, and reasons, only to frequently alter or withdraw these assertions. Such a trend of altering narratives has diminished public confidence, leading to widespread frustration and skepticism among many observers.

Saturday, January 18, 2025

Dealers Choice

 Project Eros

The stakes are high; the sexual tension is higher. It's Dealer's Choice—and he chooses to load up his bottom. The lights go down, the cards fold, and the clothes come off. Everyone wins when the night turns into a raw breeding fest.





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Wednesday, January 8, 2025

The Uninvited Guest

 Our Beach Trip


My friend used to say, “You never know where your blessings are going to come from." Don't worry, this story has nothing to do with religion. Some people in the past has found using the word blessing in this type of content to be objectionable or offensive, At the risk of getting myself in trouble, I think I agree with him, especially after what happened on our beach trip. We were all 18 plus at the time this true story took place.

My sister Lisa's friend's boyfriend's brother, Tommy, showed up at my carefully planned beach trip without telling me and insisted on being a part of our trip while explaining he hoped it was okay since his brother had invited him. The car we planned on driving wouldn't hold all of us and our stuff so instead of being a dick (which was plan A) and telling him to fuck off, we drove two cars. Eric, his brother paid for gas as his punishment.

Lisa and Christi wouldn't ride separately, and Eric wanted to ride with Christi, so that left me with Tommy. A perfect stranger wearing an ugly ball cap climbed into my car with me. He was very excited because I had the coolest car he’s ever seen and he’s seen a lot of cars, apparently. I’m sure it had nothing to do with the four beers he'd consumed while we rearranged the cars.

We had been driving for maybe an hour, during which time Tommy told me all about his fitness regimen (involves staring at girls in yoga pants at the gym and occasionally lifting some free weights) or his mint condition (except for some rust) 1984 Ford something or other and the time he almost got backstage at a Coldplay concert, but he couldn't wait because he had to piss ("like a racehorse,") naturally.

I pulled into the first gas station I saw and sat in the car while Tommy went in to buy some things. I was enjoying the respite from the stream of slightly-drunken consciousness that I'd been subjected to for the last 75 or so miles. When Tommy climbed back in, he flashed his guns at me and stuck his tongue out at me. I almost asked him why did he do that but I decided against it because I didn't wanted him to stop talking. I had no such luck, quiet time lasted a total of 30 seconds. 

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