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American Boyfriend - Exchange Student Part 8

It started at the coffee shop.

We were just grabbing iced lattes after class, nothing special. I was leaned over the counter trying to pick a muffin when some guy behind us — tall, buzzcut, gym rat type — nudged in and said, “Dude, your accent’s kinda hot. Are you from somewhere else?”

I blinked.

Before I could say anything, he looked past me. “Wait—you’re the foreign one.”

He was smiling at Ren.

Ren did his usual polite bow th...

Lucas's Fantasy - The Gooner Gang Part 19

Lucas’ POV

I’d never say this out loud unless someone made me.
But when Caleb asked us, in the most casual voice, what each of our gooner fantasies were… my throat tightened.

Jake had his arm over my shoulder, half-asleep and still glowing from the night before. Tom was spinning the lube bottle like a lazy fidget toy. Caleb just stared, grinning.

“What?” I shrugged, acting cool. “I’m chill with whatever. You guys know me.”

Caleb tilted his h...

Kissing Practice - Exchange Student Part 7

It started with a dumb question. Or maybe not dumb. Just Ren. We were lying in bed again. Clothes on this time. Kind of. I was in briefs.

It started with a dumb question.

Or maybe not dumb. Just Ren.

We were lying in bed again. Clothes on this time. Kind of. I was in briefs. He had one of his loose shirts on and nothing underneath — which was basically the same as being naked.

We’d been watching TikToks for an hour, laughing at stupid slang, pointing out h...

The Gooner Gang - Part 18

POV: Caleb

The moon hung low and swollen above the ocean, casting a silver shimmer across the dark water. I followed Jake barefoot through the sand, still naked from the night’s session. The others were passed out inside, tangled in each other, twitching in their dreams.

But Jake had taken my hand. Quietly. Intentionally.

Now we stood at the shoreline, the waves gently lapping at our ankles.

“Come on,” he whispered. “Let’s cool off.”

He didn�...

My Japanese Roommate Thanked Me For Teaching Him How To Jerk Off - The Exchange Student Part 6

I didn’t sleep in the dorm for three nights.

I told Ren it was just busy shit — group study, late projects, whatever I could make up. He didn’t push. Just nodded like he always did, quiet and understanding.

But the truth?

I was spiraling.

That night kept playing in my head. The way he stroked me. The way he licked me clean. Like it was nothing. Like it was normal.

I’d come so hard I saw stars — and then just… watched him taste it.

What ...

The Gooner Gang - Part 17

POV: Caleb

We lay there in a tangle of limbs and sweat, our bodies still buzzing from the train. My skin was sticky with cum, the ocean breeze cooling it slowly. Jake was curled next to me, chest heaving against my back. Lucas had passed out half-on, half-off the couch. Tom was spread eagle on the rug like he’d been hit by a truck.

But my mind was still spinning.

And Jake must’ve known.

Because while everyone was catching their breath, he nudged me softly....

Practice Partner - The Exchange Student Part 5

It became a routine.

Come home. Drop my bag. Strip to my boxers. Climb onto my bed. And start stroking.

Ren would already be there — sometimes on his bed, sometimes sitting cross-legged on the carpet, sometimes just watching videos on his phone like nothing was unusual. Like we weren’t two twenty-year-olds who jerked off in the same room nearly every night now. Like we hadn’t shown each other our cum.

It wasn’t a big deal. That’s what I told myself.

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The Gooner Gang - Part 16

POV: Caleb

The beach house felt like a fantasy we weren’t supposed to be allowed to live.

Ocean breeze drifted through the open sliding doors. The sun hung low, casting long golden shadows across our bare skin as we lounged on the massive sectional, still glowing from our earlier fuck. Every inch of the room carried the scent of sex and salt.

We’d showered—sort of. More like rinsed each other off with the outdoor hose, stealing kisses and squeezing each other�...

I Taught My Japanese Roommate how to Dirty Talk... and I got turned on in the process - The Exchange Student Part 4

It started with a question.

We were both lying on our beds. Lights off, phones out, the soft glow of screens lighting our faces. I had my earbuds in but wasn’t really listening to anything. Just scrolling. Half-hard already, like I always was around him now. Ren was on his stomach, as usual, feet crossed in the air, swiping slowly through TikToks.

Then I heard his voice.

“Nate,” he said softly. “What is… dirty talk?”

I pulled out an earbud. “What?”

The Gooner Gang Part 15

POV: Caleb

The van smelled like cum before we even hit the highway.

We hadn’t been on the road for ten minutes when Tom leaned forward from the middle row, grabbed Jake’s thigh, and said, “You didn’t think we’d wait till the beach, did you?”

Jake just laughed, one hand on the wheel, the other resting casually beside the gearshift. “You guys are so predictable.”

But he didn’t stop Tom when his hand slid over his mesh shorts, fingers wrapping a...

The Moaning Problem - The Exchange Student Part 3

It kept happening.

Every night, like clockwork — sometime after 1 a.m., the room would get quiet. Too quiet. The AC would hum, my phone would be face-down, the world felt half-asleep. And then I'd hear it. Soft at first. Like breathing through a moan. A little sigh. A rustle of sheets. The slow grind of hips against mattress.

Ren, on his stomach. Again.

His shirt bunched around his waist. One leg bent slightly. His hips pressing down into the bed like he was fucking it in ...

The Gooner Gang - Part 14

POV: Caleb

It was the night before we left for the beach house. A whole weekend just for us—no distractions, no pretending, no holding back. Just the four of us and all the filthy tension that had been building nonstop ever since that cookie pact.

I was in my room, lights off, AC humming, sprawled on my bed in just my briefs. The kind of silence that makes you feel your own heartbeat. I couldn’t stop thinking about everything we’d done… and everything I still want...

I Taught My Roommate Sex Slang - The Exchange Student Part 2

I was starting to lose my mind.

Every night, Ren would fall asleep face down in that slow grind — like some sleepy little sex ghost, rubbing into the mattress like it owed him something. And every night, I’d pretend I wasn’t listening. Pretend I wasn’t hard. Pretend I didn’t care.

But I did. Too much.

So I started overcompensating — playing louder music, watching dumb TikToks, texting girls I had no intention of hooking up with. And Ren? He stayed his quiet, poli...

The Gooner Gang - Part 13

Caleb’s POV

It had been a month. A month since the night everything changed—since we stripped down, gave in, and fucked like we had been dying to for years. And ever since that night, things only got filthier… and closer.

We’d meet up at least three times a week—sometimes more. Sometimes it’d just be to jerk off side by side, whispering dumb shit while edging for hours. Other times it was full-on goon orgies. No guilt, no shame. Just heat, sweat, spit, and cum...

My new roommate dry humps every night... - The Exchange Student Part 1

Nate’s POV

Both characters are 20!

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I wasn’t expecting a roommate this late in the semester. Especially not him.

My old dormmate bailed two weeks ago — dropped out after a mental breakdown or a drug thing, I’m not sure. The dude was always twitchy, left behind a sock full of weed and a bunch of half-eaten ramen cups. I didn’t complain. I liked having the space. My room, my bed, my private jerk sessions. No one asking why I kept tissues on...

Punishment was over, but the fun wasn't - Naked Punishment Final Part

Friday

The first thing Principal Radcliffe said that morning was, “Congratulations, Matt. Your punishment is over.”

She smiled like she’d just given me a medal.

“You can return to wearing clothes starting Monday.”

I nodded, trying to stay cool, but my chest felt tight. Not from shame—no, I’d let that go days ago—but from something else. Something that felt a lot like not wanting this to end.

Outside her office, Tyler was ...

I Caught Him Stroking... - Naked Punishment Part 4

Thursday

I didn’t know what to expect after last night.

I thought maybe Tyler would avoid me, or worse—pretend it didn’t happen. I kept replaying the scene in the gym storage room over and over. His hand. His smirk. The way he wiped my cum off like it was just another chore. I woke up hard and confused and way too turned on.

But when I got to school, he was already there.

Naked.

Same as always.

He waved at me like everything was norma...

Alone with my Naked Best Friend - Naked Punishment Part 3

Wednesday

By Wednesday, I was a fucking mess.

I couldn’t focus. Could barely breathe when Tyler was near me. And we had so many classes together. The sight of his body—bare and easy like he didn’t even notice how good he looked—was driving me crazy. His tan lines. The faint trail of hair leading down. That stupid confident grin.

My dick twitched every time he leaned too close.

It wasn’t helping that I was starting to notice every...