Gay nipple stories

Although, Trey and I had known each other all of our lives, we had never really been close. Our mothers were foremost friends and had been since kindergarten. Trey and I were born eight days apart (I am the oldest), and spent a lot of period together. As toddlers we decided to tolerate each other. As fifteen-year-old elevated school student we still just tolerated each other.

Although Trey and I never attended the alike high school, we each had diverse activities and unlike friends. Trey was outgoing, a class clown and a bit of a slacker. I was quiet, studious and on the honor roll.

Tenth grade mid terms were approaching and Trey was failing two subjects. Our mothers decided I should tutor him. I had enjoyed not entity forced to use so much moment with Trey and wondered why I was the one being punished.

I tutored Trey three days a week for about two hours in geometry and physical science. The tutoring sessions seemed to run smoothly. Trey was actually a pretty great student when he put his consciousness to it.

It was Friday and the third week of tutoring. Thirty minutes after our mothe

He Rocks Me All Evening Long

It was an amazing show that night. The crowd was awesome; we had them eating from the palms of our hands. We rocked and we rocked hard. As the lead singer/bassist of the group, I find to see all the scantily clad, hot, sweaty young men and women in the audience as they jump around and gyrate their bodies to our music. They always turn me on. The girls in their depressed cut tops and enormous jiggling breasts; the boiling bare-chested guys in all shapes and sizes. It's difficult to perform with these distractions; but we were on fire that night.

My group, Trauma, is one of the most popular hard rock bands on the New York City circuit. The four members are Latino and we are some of the finest men to hit a stage. My name is Angel and I am 6' statuesque , long curly black hair, moustache. A lot of people think I observe like Chris Connell from Soundgarden, before he trim his hair, whom I think is one of the hottest men around. The biggest difference between Chris and I is I work out and have a body appreciate those perfectly developed Olympic gymnasts.

Dave, the drummer, and his br

Nathan’s Nipples

Author’s Notes: Hello again, everyone! I am the original Gamin Paramour, who used to note fiction on s back in the 90’s. Life intervened and I stopped writing this nice of stuff for, oh, about twenty years, but recently I ran across a link to Nifty and discovered several stories and series that I quite enjoyed. One of them mentioned the Prolific Authors pages on Nifty, and in the process of looking him up I discovered to my surprise and delight that I have one, too!

Nearly all of my aged stories are there, but I never submitted a single story directly to Nifty, which means fans of my fiction submitted them, and that’s very flattering. In fact it gave me the bug again, so please enjoy my latest attempt.

As always, the following is pure fiction, and nobody’s forcing anyone to read it. These characters don’t exist anywhere except in my fevered brain, and to my knowledge the events depicted never actually happened. I hope those that can will consider donating to Nifty.

r tugged at his dick slowly working his way to the tip where he pinched his foreskin and stretched it good past the big lump of cock head it covered. He sipped the wine then held the bottle tight against his loose ball sack. It must have been a little cold from the cave because I heard him sharply drawn in air through his teeth, nevertheless he held there and even moved it around crushing his balls into his crotch with it. His free hand moved up to a nipple. It looked enjoy he was twisting and pulling at it. He closed his eyes and spread his knees apart as he started swinging the bottle lightly against his balls, banging them with the hard, chilly glass while reaching across his chest to function on the other nipple. After about a minute of gently busting his own nuts he held the neck of the wine bottle with both hands and pressed the bottom of it down on his ball sack. The pressure made his now hard dick climb up from his thigh and flop against the glass. I heard the meaty slap and chunk of dick hitting bottle even from my hiding place. He groaned and worked the bottle help and forth on