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The drive back to Stanford in late August felt like the longest journey of my life. My stomach was in knots the entire flight from Chicago, and even more so during the Uber ride from the airport. Summ

The next morning I woke up with my cock already hard and throbbing against my stomach. Sunlight filtered through the old lace curtains of my childhood bedroom, but my mind wasn’t on the familiar surro

The weeks after that snowy January night felt like stepping into a different version of my own life. Everything looked the same on the surface - me teaching gentle yoga flows at the studio near Bathur

The summer dragged on painfully after my secret trip to California. I kept replaying that hotel room night with Marcus - the way his thick daddy cock stretched me open, the deep pounding, the way I ca

The old country road felt longer than I remembered. My beat-up Honda rattled over the familiar potholes as the sun dipped low, painting everything in that soft golden light that always made Grandma’s

The snow was falling heavy outside our third-floor condo in Toronto’s Annex neighbourhood. It was one of those brutal January nights where the wind howled between the old Victorian houses and made the

The last two weeks of the freshman year flew by in a blur of finals, goodbyes, and stolen moments with Josh. After that intense blowjob session following the football game, things between us had only

The energy on Stanford campus was electric that Saturday. It was our first home football game of the season, and the whole university seemed to vibrate with excitement. Josh had been talking about it

The weekend after that intense grinding session at the party felt like the longest stretch of sexual torture I had ever experienced. Josh and I spent all of Saturday acting like nothing had happened -

The days after that first mutual jerk-off session with Josh felt like walking through a constant haze of sexual tension. We didn’t talk about it much the next morning, just exchanged a few awkward but