Hi, I’m Jeremy. I’m just a normal guy, happily living in the Midwest with my partner of 15 years. I publish exclusively on GayDemon. I’m not a professional writer at all. I just write stories to exercise a part of my brain that is left dormant in my everyday job.
Some of my stories have a loose connection to my youth, but most of them are pure fantasies. I look and act nothing like most of my characters. I like writing about first times and especially first times bottoming. I like to explore the inherent rivalry between two guys who are sizing each other up: size, muscles, facial hair, body hair, dick size, and masculinity in general, until one submits to the other. But before getting to the sex scenes, I love telling a story and describing the characters, their state of mind, and their inner struggles in details.
English is not my native language. So, please, cut me some slack if some of my word choices or sentence phrasing sound funny. However, because English is not my native language, I end up re-reading my stories over and over again before publishing them, which forces me to incrementally tweak them along the way.
Feel free to email me at [email protected]. I read and respond to all the messages I receive (except for the freaky ones).
Thanks so much for reading my stories.
Jeremy Miller Stories
Below you can find the complete collection of stories by Jeremy Miller.
I was in English class when I received a text from a NYC number I didn’t recognize. ‘Hey Zach, I’m in town. Want your boycunt stuffed? Brandon.’ Brandon is the bearded alpha who popped my cherry. I don’t even know how he got my number. Within seconds, I had a raging hardon and had to readjust my dick in my boxer briefs. ‘I’m in’ I replied.
Neither Drew nor I had ever been in a serious relationship before. And we found out that things being great in the bedroom, or on the kitchen counter for that matter, were not necessarily enough to keep a relationship going.
I had a rough day yesterday, possibly the worst fucking day of my life. All I wanted now was for things to get back to normal, spending time with my boyfriend Drew, and feeling his fat cock fill up my hole. He ended up making the sweetest love to me.
Our fraternity was holding its biggest fundraiser of the year, a joint party with one of the sororities on campus. ‘Zach, we have a problem’ I heard the fraternity president shout through the loud music. One of our bros was drunk as a skunk and needed someone to walk him back to the frat house and tuck him in bed. That someone was me…
After his first load hit me in the face and got force-fed to my mouth, he was ready for Round 2, and so was I. The silver rings of the leather harness on my muscular chest accentuated the silver barbells pierced in my nipples. My eager pussy was craving for the sensations of his horse cock. Chances are my hole would be permanently enlarged after he was done with me.
Last week, I met this twink at the gym. I thought I was gonna stick my 8-incher up his boycunt. But next thing I knew, I was the one with a horse cock up my ass, whimpering like a little bitch. But my feelings for him went way beyond his big fat cock. I couldn’t stop thinking about him, in class, at the gym. I wasn’t quite sure how to get back with him. I didn’t even have his number.
I’m normally not into twinks. I prefer guys my size. And I have this thing for bearded guys with chest hair. But there was something really attractive about him, almost mesmerizing. He radiated a weird kind of energy, a confidence that didn’t match his skinny body. I couldn’t stop thinking about how sweet it would be to have this twink dangle on my 8-incher. I was about to find out.
Now that he has come out to the entire frat house, Zach has a lot of catching up to do, not the least of which is to figure out if he likes topping or bottoming better. But first, he has some business to take care of with John, his bro who recorded him getting pounded for the first time and tried to blackmail him into submission. It’s revenge time!
My mom did her best to raise me right. One thing she taught me is that when you receive a lot, you should always give back. I received a lot from my physio over the last few days, including when he stuck his finger up my ass and made me experience sensations I didn’t even know existed. I felt like the right thing to do was to reward him for all his hard work.
After the unexpected happy ending capping yesterday’s massage, I was determined to have today’s massage be more ‘normal’. My unwanted hardon yesterday was a complete fluke that wouldn’t happen again. But bad luck had it that I had stretched a muscle in my inner thighs while sliding on the clay. And Marek would have to bring his strong hands awfully close to my dick and balls. Fuck!
After playing two matches in one day, due to rain delays earlier, my body was aching everywhere, and I really needed a good massage. While the physio dug his strong fingers deep into my pecs, his head overlooking mine, my cock started tenting under the towel. ‘Don’t worry about it’ he said. ‘It happens all the time. I need you to relax.’
Having spread his jock legs for the very first time, Zach now starts exploring his sexuality further. What better place to do this than at the frat house where rumors about his newfound desires start spreading? It turns out Zach is not the only bro in the frat house who likes dicks.
There were 150 girls in my high school class. By senior year, I had boned 30 of them. But my life as a ladies’ man was just a big lie. Deep down, the one student I really wanted to bone was Anthony Di Napolitano. He was on my baseball team. At a student party in college, I ran into a guy who looked just like him. I felt a little stiffness in my sweatpants when I first saw him…
I spotted him at a student party. Or he spotted me. He looked like your stereotypical frat boy: blond with blue eyes, broad shoulders, big arms, big pecs, and a chin puff. He was a bit shorter than me, probably 6’0”. And he looked cocky as fuck; the exact type of guys I like to put back into their place. Before the night was over, I’d make him swallow his pride, his pride and my cock.
When I saw that the next patient was a 25-year-old lawyer, I expected a nerdy guy in a suit and tie. But the guy who showed up in the consultation room was HOT! He could have been a fucking model: tall, big, handsome, Italian-looking, but with piercing blue eyes. My cock stiffened in my briefs just from his handshake.
My doctor is an older guy close to retirement. But this time, he was accompanied by a young resident who looked more like a Soho bartender than a doctor. He had curly ginger hair and a nice 2-day stubble. His jaw almost dropped on his clipboard when I took my shirt off. He wanted to be bred by my alpha seeds!
I ran into the guy in the hotel room neighboring mine. He could have been a model, a dad-next-door in a Walmart commercial. He was very curious about the noises coming out of my room when I was banging a college student against our common wall earlier that evening. I was eager to show him what it feels like to have my thick cock splitting his mancunt in half.
After losing his virginity yesterday and cumming handsfree three different times, Tyler was still hungry for more cock. Meanwhile, I couldn’t get him out of my head. I spent all day at work replaying the scene where his throbbing cock sprayed his boy juice all over my beard and hairy chest. Still so many options I wanted him (and me) to explore together.
There was a college golf tournament this week and my hotel was full of student athletes from several local universities. One of them caught my attention. He had a bit of a Tom Cruise look, but much younger and much taller, with a tribal tattoo on his shoulder. My plan was to fill his boycunt to the brim and make him discover the joys of being bred by an alpha.
Tonight, I wanted to try my luck in a dive bar during Monday night football, hunting for blue collar dick. I spotted him right away, a car mechanic version of Ryan Reynolds, reddish blond beard, big arms, and more masculine than a Viking warrior. I’d make him grunt later tonight when I’d stuff my thick cock up his virgin hole. At least, that was the plan.
I managed to crash a networking event that a big real estate firm was organizing at a hotel next to my Manhattan apartment. I spotted a couple of closeted realtors who might be exactly what I’m looking for. I was on a mission to help them discover the joy of having my thick 7-incher work their untouched boycunts.
Following our first time jerking off together at the beach, mutual masturbation had become a daily activity between Ben and me. I loved the feeling of his cock in my hand. It was both longer and thicker than mine. But now I wanted to feel his cock elsewhere than just in my hand. I could think of two other places.
I had just graduated from high school. I’d be heading to college in a few weeks, and I was still a virgin. Losing my virginity before getting to campus had turned into an obsession. A trip to Greece at our neighbors’ summer home would be my best chance to score with their son, who was on our high school football team.
There is something tantalizing about the initiation of a young virgin. This week, I hooked up with a Middle Eastern twink. Boy, did he love having a cock in his mouth! But he had never experienced the joy of having one up his boycunt. I was determined to make tonight the night when I made him cross to the other side.
I consider myself to be dominant in bed, and not just because I’m a top. But this time, I found myself surrendering to this huge hung guy, until he made me his bitch. It was by far the biggest cock to ever invade my hole. He made me cum hands-free for the first time (the only time) in my life.
After having topped a 19-year-old college freshman last week, it was now my turn to return the favor and bottom for him. Was it going to be revenge time for him? Was the boy going to rough me up, the same way I had roughed him up last week?
As we compared our dick sizes, I realized there was no way my hole could handle his girth. Now, it was up to me to convince him to try bottoming for the first time.