Lockeroom Stink (ch. 6)
17 Mar 2014 comments
"I think we can all agree on that." Jeff responded, reaching down and slipping fingers into Joey and Roger's sweaty butt cracks. "Nothing like a good stink to tank a guy up."
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Lockeroom Stink (ch. 5)
14 Mar 2014 comments
Still quaking with lust, Coach eased his dick out of my well fucked hole. Wrapping his lips around my rosebud, he sucked his spunk and my anal juices into his mouth.
Lockeroom Stink (ch. 4)
13 Mar 2014 comments
Glancing over my shoulder as I jogged towards the lockeroom, I could see Joey sniffing his finger as he rejoined Jeff and Roger. As I made my way towards my locker, following Joey's lead, I fingered my butt. I had to make sure that the smile on Joey's face was due to my stink. I had to admit, it was nice and ripe. Hopefully, Coach would think so too.
Lockeroom Stink (ch. 3)
12 Mar 2014 comments
At the same time a loud banging sound echoed in the room as Coach drew up his legs and slammed his feet against either wall of the stall. The full mounds of his ass parted and Coach let rip a loud, wet fart.
Raunchy Studs (ch. 3)
12 Mar 2014 comments
Glancing back at him, I could see his head bent to the floor lapping up his creamy load out of the pool of piss I had expelled from my ass.
Lockeroom Stink (ch. 2)
11 Mar 2014 comments
"Private?" I asked, running my tongue over Jared's pouch and squeezing my asslips around Coach's probing finger.
Raunchy Studs (ch. 2)
11 Mar 2014 comments
I leaned back against the toilet. I looked down at my throbbing, spitting cock. The blood coursing through my veins made my entire body feel like it was on fire with lust. I looked from David's inviting basket to Alex's juicy mounds of ass-flesh which dripped with my saliva. I was like an animal in heat; like a dog being tempted with a bone or a juicy steak!
Lockeroom Stink
10 Mar 2014 comments
"Aw fuck!" I groaned, slipping my hand into my own sweaty jockstrap to curl my fingers around my clamy, rock hard dick. "Hey Coach!" Jared whispered, turning his head too in the direction of the voice. "Wanna share some stink with my buddy here?"
Raunchy Studs
10 Mar 2014 comments
It was hot. Very hot. The airconditioner in my car quit working somewhere just outside of Biloxi, Mississippi. Even with all the car windows down, the hot, humid air gave me no relief. I could feel the sweat trickling from my armpits down the sides of my body and, stirred by the arid breeze, I could smell my own body odor wafting up my nostrils.