1. Dicks Feel Better Than Carrots


    Date: 7/7/2016, Categories: Gay, Author: Zhenit, Source: LushStories

    I’m a nineteen-year-old mathematics student. I have a light brown skin, deep brown eyes, short black hair, a slim body and a tight ass. Sometimes when I masturbate, I like to put my finger in my ass and slowly finger-fuck myself while stroking my dick. Usually though, I use a nice thick, long carrot instead of my slender, short finger. This vegetable’s perfect to use as a dildo. However, I would prefer to use a real dildo. Unfortunately, as a student that’s still living with his parents it’s almost impossible to buy and especially hide a dildo in the house. One Friday, class had ended earlier so I decided to go and buy some carrots in the grocery shop near my college. They only cost ten cents apiece and I’d buy two or three, so I'd not look too suspicious. The plan was to take the next train home so that I'd have plenty of time to give myself a good time with this hidden sex toy. As I was picking out a few particularly thick and long carrots, I was suddenly spooked by a voice. “Hey Ali! What are you doing here?” I suddenly heard from behind me. I turned around, startled. I’m sure you could read it off my face. I stood there for awhile, motionless and speechless, trying to get myself together again. I finally broke the silence by answering Alan’s question. “Um, I’m just buying some carrots,” I stuttered stupidly. Well, that was an obvious answer… “Yeah, I can see that, buddy, but what do you need carrots for? I mean, you told me that you’re not staying on campus, right?” ...
    “Yes, that’s correct,” I said slowly to give myself some time to think of an answer. “But I want to eat them …on the way home.” The moment I said it, I realized how stupid and unbelievable it sounded. It was a thirty minute train ride home for me. It’s ridiculous to buy some carrots to eat them on the train, as if you can’t wait half an hour to eat something at home. It was an all-around stupid answer. “Hey man, want to come over for a drink?” Alan said unexpectedly. “A drink?” I wondered. Why is he inviting me for a drink in his dorm? I only had met him a few weeks earlier on the introduction day of our class. The idea was to meet new friends and some of your new professors before your freshman year really kicked off. I hadn't really made any new friends there because I already had known a few people from high school. It hadn't been until we all had sat down in the lecture hall to hear the president of our college welcome us that I had met Alan. I had sat next to him by coincidence; we had said hello and started taking. It had been then that he had told me that he had a dorm in the city and that I had told him that I just went back and forth every day. We hadn't really spoken since that day. He’s a pretty tall guy with brown, medium length hair. He looks pretty muscular, but then again, he did tell me that he plays water polo. He’s a few inches taller and definitely much stronger than me. “So, are you coming?” Alan asked me again. I wanted to seem as unsuspicious as possible, so ...
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