This bloke has just left his missus and young daughter back at the Crown Court. He didn’t expect to be taken down and so has had no chance to stuff any contraband up his tight shithole. You can read how pissed off he is about that on his face. He’s looking at about 5 months all told and has been in and out of jail…
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By Tommy Guns
Other than my uniforms, I’d never spent a lot of time or money on clothes, and had never given any thought to leather clothing other than a jacket. I was intrigued and wondered how they would fit and feel. The smell of the leather was at once intoxicating and arousing. When I pulled on the shorts that were like running shorts, the feel of the raw leather against my skin was simply delightful and sexy at the same time. My hard on came back with a vigor, barely contained by the tightness of the leather shorts that pushed my cock off to the side.
They put enough pressure on my balls that it felt like they were being gently crushed – not painful exactly, but I knew I needed to calm down before I came in the shorts. It’s the same reaction I had the first time I had put on my Dress Blues after graduation from boot camp. If you haven’t experienced the sensation, no explanation is possible. If you have, none is necessary! The shorts did have an interesting feature – a zipper that ran from the front, down under the crotch, and all the way back up the ass to about an inch of the waist band. I immediately saw the convenience of this arrangement and thought whoever invented it was a genius. You could have sex without undressing – cool!
Continue reading Billy and Me – Part 3
By Greg Alexander
Trevor walked into Dirty Nick’s, sat down at the bar, and ordered a Guinness. Dirty Nick’s was a favorite for the boys of Delta Psi — for one thing because it was right down the street from the frat house, and for another because the owner was a former frat boy, which meant that guys like Trevor never got carded. Granted, Trevor had a fake, like everyone at Delta Psi. And anyway, he was coming up on 21 in a matter of months — he was old for his year. But it was good not to get carded.
Trevor spotted his group of friends sitting at one of the tables in the corner. They were all Delta Psi brothers, except for one or two dudes on the crew team. It wasn’t that Trevor had any particular problem hanging out with guys who weren’t in the frat, or on one of his teams, every now and then, but he found most of the guys at school to be tools, wusses, douche bags, or probably a little gay. The brothers of Delta Psi were the one exception — everyone one of them was a real bro, someone Trevor felt like he could chill with.
Continue reading Frat Boy’s Bitch Boy – Part 05