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I was in my room really bored and streesed out. I just broke up with my boyfriend a couple of hours ago. We were supposed to have a romantic night together but problems came up and it led to an argument.I wasso upset and the thought of getting some ass tonight haunted me as i was already honry next to upset. With nobody in my house, i was naked because i just got out the shower; water drops still on my ass and chest. I pulled out my vibrator under my bed and went to get the lube from my dresser.

I put some of it on the vibrator and some on my tight hole. I turned on the vibrator to medium. I started to roll the tip around my hole soothing it before i stuck the whole 9 inch peice of plastic in. It felt so good. I took my other hand and placed it on my tiny nipple and started to pick it and roll my finger tips around on it. With the vibrator all in my ass now i was moaning as if my ex was really behind me.

With the rubbing on my nipples making me hornier I was ready to please my dick. I placed my hand on my erect cock and started to jerk it slow, teasing my own cock. I loved having a friend that ran on batteries. I started to run out of breath with me pushing the plastic cock in ...

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David Vaughn had been a "squeaky-clean" individual for as long as he could remember. From the moment he took his first steps and spoke his first words, to the present, he'd lived his life in a pretty straight direction... with partial "help" from his very strict upbringing. His parents were very protective of their first-born boy, and throughout his entire life, they'd managed to raise their son without worry of drugs, school ditching… or sex. Instead, David's childhood and teenage days were spent studying, eating healthy, avoiding R-Rated movies, being classically trained on the piano, and just overall following the path his parents felt was the most "righteous."

However, David was now 24 years old. A grown man had to break away from his parents' hold at some point, and so he did. He now resided in an apartment, all the way on the other side of town, far away from his parent's home. David loved his parents, but in this short time on his own so far, he'd realized his parents protected him from many things... some things even teenagers today as young as 15 knew that he didn't know too well about. At one point, he even had a girlfriend. Though it didn't last long. Not because he wasn't a gentleman, and certainly not because he wasn't attractive. But his beliefs and strict upbringing always got in the way of the relationship, and not once did the two ever get close enough to be "intimate."


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Marty looked at the digital clock on his dashboard. His cock stirred in anticipation. He tossed his half eaten bologna sandwich back into his lunch tote and turned down the volume on the stereo. Beads of sweat formed on his brow. It had to be at least 90 degrees; he was crazy to be sitting in his car. The air was muggy, but he was determined.

“Come on, what’s taking so long,” he muttered out loud.

He shifted his erection from one side to the other. After a few more minutes he finally heard the slow hum of the bus. The brakes on the bus came alive at the desolate bus stop. Eagerly he watched the people exiting.

As usual he was the last one to get off the bus. His backpack carelessly slung over one shoulder he looked around. Did he know I was watching him? Marty wondered. He slumped lower into his seat and lightly brushed his hand over his burgeoning erection. The muscular stud tossed his gym bag by his feet and leaned against the side of the bus stop. His tank top barely covered his muscular pecs.

Marty took a sip of his lukewarm cola and began to massage his hard on. His mind raced with all of the things he wanted to do to him. For the past month he had been spending every lunch hour fantasizing about him. Marty wondered if he would ever get the courage ...

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“I don’t care how old you are. If you’re still in my house you obey my rules!” she said as she slammed the door.

I heard the lock turn. I was trapped in my room. Fuck this shit, I thought as I gave the door my favorite finger salute. I was eighteen years old. How could she still think about grounding me? All because she caught me taking a shot from the liquor cabinet. That should be the least of her worries. I couldn’t wait for the end of the month when I would be off to college and out of this hellhole forever.

Frustrated, I lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Three fucking weeks, that seemed like an eternity. I closed my eyes and imagined I was already at college. I pictured my roommate to be some muscle bound jock with a tendency to walk around naked. I imagined him coming to me, desperate to keep up his G.P.A. In return for me doing his homework, I would make him pound my ass with his thick man meat.

Mmmm, the thought of that made the blood rush to my cock. I could feel it pressing against my boxers. Lightly I brushed my hand over it, pressing harder when I got to the head. Yeah, the things I would do to that meathead, I thought. I imagined him returning to the dorm after a long day of practice, exhausted, glistening with sweat. ...

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The night was heavy with anticipation. I couldn’t believe that after all this time chatting online we were finally going to get together. I had gone through great lengths to make sure everything was going to be perfect. I had reserved the best suite in a hotel that was half way for both of us. He had suggested I come and spend the weekend with him or he could come up to see me. But I thought that this would be the safest thing just in case. Not that I thought anything would go wrong, after all you don’t spend hours and hours on the phone and online with someone only to find out you’re not attracted to them.

I really wouldn’t know what to do if things were to turn out for the worst. I had so much invested in this and I didn’t just mean financially but also emotionally. I had my hopes up as high as a kite. I checked my watch, which had only moved two minutes since the last time I had checked. Only forty-five more minutes and he should be here. He had already called twice to make sure I was there, he must have been just as anxious as I was.

I took a seat on the king size bed and waited. On the bed all alone all I could think about was his throbbing cock in my mouth, it was making me so hard. I laid back and began ...

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The alley looked dark and menacing. I must press on, I thought. I hadn’t come this far and invested so much time just to give up now. I looked again at the address I had been given. Could someone have made a mistake? I’d heard of parties in bad neighborhoods, but this was ridiculous.

I almost reached the end of the alley when a door opened and a couple stumbled out. They seemed to be more than inebriated. One of the guys relied completely on his friend to walk. I approached them to ask if this was the right place, but between the two of them they made no sense. I ignored them and they stumbled on. I walked up to the door and took a look at the address plate on the wall. The name Dulce Dolor was scratched on a rusty address plate. Next to that were some numbers that were too faint to read. This had to be it, I thought to myself.

I took a deep breath and knocked on the metal door. Several minutes went by before someone opened the door. I stepped back as a large hairy man stepped out.

“Hola,” I said hesitantly.

It was one thing to be nervous but it was quite another to be nervous while trying to speak a foreign language. The burly man looked at me like I was scum. I must have stuck out from the rest of the people ...

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