1. The Laxbro


    Date: 9/18/2017, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Ass to mouth, Boy, Teen, Consensual Sex, Cum Swallowing, Straight Sex, First Time, Gay, Hardcore, Oral Sex / Blowjob, Teen, Teen, Teen, Author: Fagulous, Source: sexstories.com

    The halls of Jesse’s high school echoed with the raucous laughter of students and the idle chatter of teachers. It was the first day back from winter break, and everyone was catching up with each other and pretending to care about what each other said. The new year was seen in with bragging about vacations and christmas gifts. It was standard social protocol. But alas, Jesse had nothing worth bragging about, and no one to brag to. His despotic parents confiscated his bedsheets and laptop just last week, and now he spent every night cold, shivering, and bored. “If only I had some hunk to cuddle at night,” mumbled Jesse to himself, a single tear running from the corner of his eye. “He could keep me warm and occupied, and pound my tight boipussy incessantly.” Heaving a sigh, Jesse ventured to his locker. The fantasy would never come true. The hot little slice of 9th-grade man-meat he had his eye on earlier spurned his affections, and now his love life was looking awfully bleak. “>tfw no bf,” he mumbled, a stone forming in his throat. However, Jesse was too absorbed in his own loneliness to notice the new figure pushing its way through the throngs of students. The figure was a tall, bulky lad, several inches proud of six feet. Eyes like sapphires glinted from under a neat mop of mahogany hair and took in the world with a playful gaze. He carried a stack of textbooks under his left arm and an athletic bag over his right shoulder. His blue letterman jacket concealed his titanic ...
    biceps, but his tight white t-shirt revealed every contour of his abdominals. The phrase “natty swole” did not do this man justice. It was as if God Himself sculpted this hunk while building man in his own image, and then been turned gay by his own handiwork. The dude was fuckin’ sexy, yo. The crowds of lesser students parted before him like water before Moses. Poor Jesse did not notice the man’s arrival until it was too late. “Pardon me,” he said, extending an arm like a tree trunk to the locker above Jesse’s. His voice was deeper than the Marianas Trench and smoother than a teflon pan coated in butter. Jesse looked up, and in an instant, took in all of the man’s features. He liked what he saw. In fact, he liked what he saw so much that his pants were growing tighter by the second. This dude was sexier than Bob Dylan, and that was saying something. “Hey, dude, I’m new here,” said the hunk, tossing a physics textbook and several college-ruled notebooks into his locker. “Y’know which way the gym is? I have that class first today.” Jesse gulped and pointed further down the hallway. “T-t-that way, then turn left at the end,” he stammered.“Hey, uh, I also have gym first…” he added. A grin spread between the hunk’s lips. His teeth were as white as fresh sheet of graph paper and lined up just as neatly. “Alright, man. Cool. The name’s Riley Jackson.” He put out a hand. “H-hi, I’m Jesse,” said Jesse, shaking the hand. Riley’s grip was tight and firm, but his skin was as smooth as his ...
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