Hatler Gurius & Cole Church

 

COLE CHURCH FLIP FUCK

Cole and me go way back. Just 2 bros who both really like things in our ass, so we know exactly how to help each other out 🍆🍑

My Frat Bro's Show Me How It's Done

 Lesson 1

All characters are 18 years old or older.

We just got back from the party at the frat house, so the apartment smells like cheap beer and the faint smoke from the bonfire pit. My head’s buzzing just enough that the edges of everything feel soft and warm. Chris’ sprawled across one end of the beat-up sectional, legs kicked up on the coffee table, while Rico’s slouched on the other side of the couch, one arm thrown over the backrest like he owns the whole damn room—which, he technically does. I’m in the armchair across from them, nursing the last warm inch of whatever was left in my red cup, trying to look like I belong here.

Rico suddenly leans forward, grinning wide enough that I can see the chipped tooth on the right side of his mouth. “Yo, Michael. Veronica was all over you tonight, bro. Like, glued to your side. You see the way she kept touching your arm?”

Heat crawls up my neck before I can stop it. I shrug, stare down at the carpet. “I guess.”

Chris snorts. “You guess? Dude.” He swings his legs off the table and sits up straighter, elbows on his knees. “Why the hell aren’t you with her right now? She was practically humping your leg on the dance floor. Bet if you’d stayed, you’d be balls-deep in that pussy already.”

My face burns hotter. I can feel it spreading to my ears. “I’m… not really good with girls,” I mumble. The words come out smaller than I mean them to.

Gym Shower Fun

It was my favourite place on earth. Sometimes, I’d spend hours there, working out until my muscles ached and my lungs burned. I loved everything about it, and there was no better feeling than seeing the results of my hard work.

I was only eighteen, but I’d been hitting the gym as much as possible since high school ended. I wasn’t shredded or anything, but I was slowly seeing my progress with each, passing week. I knew that some day, I’d look just like the other guys who worked out there.

My confidence had skyrocketed, too. Sure, I’d always been told that I was a cute guy, but having the body to match made it even better. Sometimes, I’d spend hours in my bedroom, trying to perfect the lighting and poses, just to get the perfect photo for my socials. It rarely worked.

On Sundays, I liked to get there before the crowds. The earlier I arrived, the easier it was to get through my workout without waiting for other people to finish, and that’s just what happened on the day my whole life changed.

It was a sweet workout. The familiar tightness burned through my biceps and back as I finally dropped the weights and headed for the changing room. My t-shirt stuck to my body with sweat, and my shorts clung to my thighs. As I walked by the mirrors, I couldn’t help but stop.

Alright, so maybe I was a little big-headed, but who could blame me? I’d gone from a scrawny, skinny teen to a handsome young man who was finally beginning to fill out his clothes. How could I turn down an opportunity to capture that with perfect lighting?

I ran my hand through my sweaty blond hair, and it sat just right. I took a look over my shoulder to ensure that the door was completely closed, and opened the camera on my phone. A few seconds later, I peeled my damp shirt off and set my phone next to the sink, and in the minutes that followed, I struck every pose I could think of.

I looked good. The light was harsh, making my muscle pop even more. My body was mostly smooth, because I’d watched a video a few days prior that said it would make me look even better, and I had to agree. I didn’t just look good, I looked hot.

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Locker Room Ultimatum

 Five Guys Against One

Everyone is 18+ 

One minute I was sitting alone in the locker room, the next I was surrounded by five guys. I had no idea what was happening, but I was defiantly scared.

"What's your name?" One of them asked.

"Chris." I responded, my voice shaking a little.

"Well Chris, here's the deal, my name is Alan, and my buddies and I watched you taking a shower and you got such a pretty little body we just wanted to come over and say hi."

"I'm not gay." I blurted out.

"Well, neither are we, but anyone can see what a fine piece of ass you are, and we would be fools not to take advantage of it." Alan responded. I was still wet from the shower and just had a towel around my waist. They could clearly see me start to shake with fear and anticipation of what was to come. "Now don't be scared, we won't hurt you, but in turn you will have to surrender yourself to us."

"What? No, listen I don't know who you think I am, but you're making a mistake, I'm not gay."

"Oh come on, every guy has at least thought about it," he said in a flirtatious manner. I of course had thought about it; what would it be like to suck another man’s cock, but I would never act on it. Thoughts raced around my head, but I was interrupted. "So, are you going to play along or does this have to get dirty?"

Unfortunately the decision was pretty much made for me, there was no way I could fight them off, I was only about 5'5", 110lbs, and despite my best efforts I had a smaller frame than I wished, which was enhanced by my almost hairless body. These guys on the other hand were all over six feet tall and very muscular, at least 180 to 200lbs, and just one of them could easily over power me. I had no choice.

"Just go easy. . ." I said trailing off.

They all just smiled and started to strip. Their muscular bodies still glistened with sweat from whatever they were doing before this. The true gravity of the situation didn't hit until they dropped their boxers. My jaw dropped as I stared at five massive cocks, they were all at least 7 inches long and as thick as my wrist.

"First a kiss." Alan said. He placed his hand on the back of my head and brought his lips to mine. His head turned and our tongue's met, it lasted just a couple seconds, and he pulled away with a trail of saliva following. "Yeah, you are going to be just fine." He said with a smile. I tried to smile back.

"Now, time for a taste," he said grabbing his cock.

He brought it close to my mouth, I opened up, and he shoved it in. I gagged a little, but it didn't detour him, and with a hand on the back of my head he held the cock deep in my throat. My eyes watered as I choked on the massive cock. I finally pushed away, gasping for air and wiping tears from my eyes.