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Angus and Harry D had been hanging out at the gym for a few hours, and they were getting tired so they decided to pack up.

They went into the changing rooms and they showered and got dressed. On their way out Angus remembered he had left his bag on the playing field at school.

Harry drove him back there and Angus got out the car to get it. Harry got out with him and they walked onto the empty rugby pitch.

Angus went to go get it and Harry watched him run over. Oh my god! Harry realised Angus had a boner! Angus had a boner!

Angus walked back to Harry with his bag covering his crotch, but before he could say anything, Harry grabbed him and kissed him hard.

Angus was taken aback, literally, but didnt resist. Harry was 19 and his older brother’s friend, and Angus had just turned 16, but they were both the same height and equally muscular.

Harry started to pull at Angus’ t-shit and slid his hands up it, running his hands over Angus’ abs.

Angus let him. Harry unbuttoned his shirt and threw it on the ground.

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I stood in the room with Mr Long, Mr McSherry, Mr Mitchell, Mr Wells, Mr Summerbee, Mr Rees and Mr Wakeford.

I started at the left. I stood in front of Mr Long. I began to unbutton his purple shirt. I pulled it off him. His arms and chest were quite muscular. His abs were less defined but still strong. His belly and chest had no hair.

I unbuckled his belt and pulle his trouser, shoes and socks off. His underwear were tight black boxers. I pulled them down. His dick was massive, the same size as my hand and when it got erect was almost as long as my forearm. It was very smooth, like it had been moisturised, and his balls hung low. I pulled back his foreskin and his head was light and smooth.

I moved to Mr McSherry. I unbuttoned his shirt and he was also quite muscular, but had more of a belly than Mr Long. He had a little hair on his chest and belly. I pulled off his trousers and pants and his cock was smaller than Mr Long’s, but still at least six or seven inches when erect. His head was pink and his foreskin was loose. His balls hung low.

Mr Mitchell was next. I pulled off his top. He didn’t have much musculature, but his chest an belly were hairy. I pulled down his shorts and his cock was smaller than the others, but still a good six inches. His cock was rough and circumcised, his pink head looking rough.

Then I had the oldest of the group, Mr Wells. His arms and chest were strong but he carried more belly fat than the others. His chest and belly were very hairy. His cock was very wide and had massive girth, still as long as the previous two, not as long as Mr Long.

Then the youngest of the group, Mr Summerbee. He was quite skinny but still had good muscles. His chest and belly were shaved. His dick was thinner but long, almost as long as Mr Long’s. His head was pink and looked dry.

Mr Rees was next, slightly larger but still quite muscular. His chest and belly had a light sprinkling of hair. His dick was quite wide but small, his pubes were very bushy, and his balls hung very low.

Mr Wakeford was last. He, again, was quite fat but still had good muscles. He has some chest and belly hair. His dick was wide and long, but his balls didnt hang down much.

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I started again with Mr Long. He kissed me a lot while he fucked me. It was quite romantic, his whole body rubbed against mine and he lasted a long time. His dick really hurt my ass and I could feel him right in up to my belly button. I felt him shoot his load in me and he left it in for a few seconds before pulling out.

Mr McSherry was next. He didn’t kiss me while he fucked me but he held me close and I felt his chest hair rubbing against mine. His low balls smacked against my ass while he fucked me, but he didnt last very long. He pulled out half way through cumming, some was in me, some was on me.

The it was Mr Mitchell. He was smaller and didn’t romance me at all. He just went straight to it and thrusted into me. He flexed repeatedly while fucking me and didn’t last very long. He pulled out and shot his cum all over my chest.

Mr Wells fucked me next. He was the first to let me be on top. I jumped up and down on his wide cock, feeling it stretch my whole. He had his hands under my pits, lifting me on and off. I loved rubbing my hands on his hairy chest while he pounded me. He ejaculated into me, his cum was thicker than anyone else’s and there was a lot more of it. It trickled out of me and down his shaft.

Mr Summerbee went next, back on top. He plowed his long thin cock into me and kissed my bare chest while he thrusted into me. He was very good in bed and hit my spot multiple times. He pulled out and came on my chest, his cum thinner and clearer.

Mr Rees went next and he was rough. He was choking me with one hand while holding my leg up with another. He thrusted roughly and tried a lot to make himself cum (he was VERY against gay sex). He scratched me, bit me, slapped me, anything he could do to try and get him to cum. He called me a fag a lot, and as he came to climax he pulled out and held his dick in front of my face, his cum spraying all over my face - in my eyes, mouth, nose, everywhere.

Mr Wakeford was last. He was more gentle and held me close to him while he thrusted into me. He didnt last long, he wasn’t very experienced. He came in me and fell onto me afterwards, not pulling out until he lost his erection.

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I rated them like this:

Mr Long:

Body: 10/10

Length: 10/10

Girth: 6/10

Sex: 10/10

Overall: 95%

Mr McSherry:

Body: 9/10

Length: 8/10

Girth: 7/10

Sex: 9/10

Overall: 85%

Mr Mitchell:

Body: 8/10

Length: 5/10

Girth: 6/10

Sex: 9/10

Overall: 75%

Mr Wells:

Body: 5/10

Length: 7/10

Girth: 10/10

Sex: 10/10

Overall: 80%

Mr Summerbee:

Body: 7/10

Length: 9/10

Girth: 4/10

Sex: 9/10

Overall: 80%

Mr Rees:

Body: 8/10

Length: 7/10

Girth: 6/10

Sex: 6/10

Overall: 65%

Mr Wakeford:

Body: 5/10

Length: 8/10

Girth: 7/10

Sex: 8/10

Overall: 75%

Final Order

Mr Long: great length, great in bed, great body

Mr McSherry: good length, great in bed, good body

Mr Wells: great girth, great in bed

Mr Summerbee: good length, good in bed, good body

Mr Mitchell: good in bed, good body

Mr Wakeford: good length, good in bed

Mr Rees: OK in bed, OK length

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Mr Long 6”/8” 8/28 £100/£1000 38yrs

Mr McSherry 5”/7” 12/19 £75/£300 31yrs

Mr Mitchell 4”/6” 18/29 £150/£2550 45yrs

Mr Wells 4”/5.5” 4/18 £75/£5000 50yrs

Mr Summerbee 5”/7” 9/12 £80/£2600 25yrs

Mr Rees 6”/7.5” 2/16 £2500/£100,000 37yrs

Mr Wakeford 6”/7” 4/10 £500/£4000 28yrs

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About ten minutes before the next PE lesson he came to me with a list of names:

Jamie

Harry K

Jacob

Woody

Ethan

Angus

Ben G

Alex

Evan

I nodded. “This is good.”

I sat in the gym and waited for him to bring in the first boy. He specified that he didn’t want them to be in a trance when we fucked them, but for me to wipe their memory afterwards instead.

I was looking forward to this. So was he.

Mr. Mitchell opened the gym door and entered followed by Alex.

I stood up as they came in and Mr Mitchell silently locked the door behind them.

I picked up the clipboard.

“So what do you need?” Alex asked politely.

“Just a couple of things for the insurance forms for the football team,” Mr Mitchell said.

“First we need your height.” We walked over to the wall next to the gym door and stood Alex up straight against the wall.

“5 foot 10 and a quarter,” Mr Mitchell said. I wrote it down. He asked me to go and get the ‘thing’ from gym cupboard.

As I walked into the gym cupboard I hear Mr Mitchell pounce onto Alex. I picked up the ball gag, scissors and bag of condoms.

I walked back in and Mr Mitchell was sat on Alex’s torso, pinning him to the ground, his hand over Alex’s mouth.

I walk up to Alex and as Mr Mitchell took his hand off I pushed the ball gag into Alex’s mouth, only a small, guttural sound escaping his soft lips.

The first thing we did was pull off his shirt and throw it to the side. Mr Mitchell worked on working his clothes off while I started bringing out the gym equipment and ropes.

Mr Mitchell left Alex in his underwear and removed his own clothes befor bringing Alex to the tall gymnastics beam. I held the thrashing kid while Mr Mitchell threw down a crashmat to stand on.

Mr Mitchell finally pulled Alex’s pants off and left him naked, bent over the beam. Sir rubbed his rock-hard dick against Alex’s ass.

He slapped Alex’s ass really hard, a loud slap filling the room as Alex screamed through the gag. Mr Mitchell kept spanking his student until his ass was bright red.

“Rubber me,” he said to me, and I rolled the condom onto his hot hard dick.

We moved Alex over to the gym frame and tied him up to it, arms above his head, unable to move.

As he pushed his dick into Alex, he spoke to him softly while thrusting violently. “You should feel lucky, this condom is more merciful than I was to him.”

It was a few weeks ago when I apporached Mr. Mitchell. He was 46, my PE teacher. I managed to convince him of what I could do. I had walked into his office, shared with three other PE teachers, and tood him upfront that I knew he was gary and that he wanted to shag the students in my class.

He didn’t know what to say. I asked him how I could convince him that I could make them have sex with him.

I knew what to do. I walked up to the other PE teacher and told them to wait in the corridor, and with blank expressions, they did.

I could see he believed me. But I wanted to prove it.

I pulled his wheelie chair away from the desk and into the middle of the office. I sat on his lap, a leg either side, and I kissed him roughly.

I pulled off his jacket and finally he started to help. He pulled off my school jumper and started unbuttoning my shirt. I stood up and pulled off my shoes and socks. I undid my belt and threw it to the side, followed by my trousers. Finally, I pulled my underwear off.

“Come on, sir,” I pleaded softly, showing him my ass.

I stood over him and pulled of his white t-shirt. His chest had the outline of muscles and was covered with thin brown hair. His belly was less defined, not outlines of abs, but no fat.

I knelt down and tugged at his blue shorts. When they came loose and I pulled them down to his ankles. I pulled his shoes, socks and shorts off.

He sat in his leather wheelie chair in his boxers and I, his naked student 30 years his junior, sat on top of him.

“Come on, sir,” I said gently, “don’t make me do all the work. You don’t want the first time you fuck a student to be this gentle. Fuck me hard.”

He finally seemed in the mood. He stood up, several inches taller than me, and demanded I suck his dick.

I look up at him while I tug at the waistband of his white boxer-briefs. They come down and I look at the cock they reveal.

It is pretty big, his balls are low-hanging and round, his cock is uncut and semi-erect.

I slowly moved my mouth closer to his cock and licked the tip softly.

Blood rushed to Mr Mitchell’s dick and it hardened in my hand, quickly becoming a six- or seven-inch, wide monster.

“Sir,” I said. “It’s so big. Will it fit?”

“We’ll make it fit.”

“How long is it?”

Sir picked a pink ruler off his coworkers desk and measured. “Seven and a half,” he said proudly.

I moved to suck it, but he moved.

Mr Mitchell flexed both his biceps and prepared to pick me up.

He picked me up, facing him, and pushed me against the window. I jumped as the cold glass touched my bare back.

Sir spat onto his cock and lowered me onto the tip.

I groaned loudly as my teacher entered my virgin hole.

Mr Mitchell pushed it all the way in. I shouted out in discomfort.

His ass tensed as he pushed in and pulled out of me, fucking me up against the window. It felt so good to have him inside me.

We changed position and he threw me onto his desk face-up and kept pounding me. His hands were under my shoulders, pulling me onto his dick.

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It was a few weeks ago when I apporached Mr. Mitchell. He was 46, my PE teacher. I managed to convince him of what I could do. I had walked into his office, shared with three other PE teachers, and tood him upfront that I knew he was gary and that he wanted to shag the students in my class.

He didn’t know what to say. I asked him how I could convince him that I could make them have sex with him.

I knew what to do. I walked up to the other PE teacher and told them to wait in the corridor, and with blank expressions, they did.

I could see he believed me. But I wanted to prove it.

I pulled his wheelie chair away from the desk and into the middle of the office. I sat on his lap, a leg either side, and I kissed him roughly.

I pulled off his jacket and finally he started to help. He pulled off my school jumper and started unbuttoning my shirt. I stood up and pulled off my shoes and socks. I undid my belt and threw it to the side, followed by my trousers. Finally, I pulled my underwear off.

“Come on, sir,” I pleaded softly, showing him my ass.

I stood over him and pulled of his white t-shirt. His chest had the outline of muscles and was covered with thin brown hair. His belly was less defined, not outlines of abs, but no fat.

I knelt down and tugged at his blue shorts. When they came loose and I pulled them down to his ankles. I pulled his shoes, socks and shorts off.

He sat in his leather wheelie chair in his boxers and I, his naked student 30 years his junior, sat on top of him.

“Come on, sir,” I said gently, “don’t make me do all the work. You don’t want the first time you fuck a student to be this gentle. Fuck me hard.”

He finally seemed in the mood. He stood up, several inches taller than me, and demanded I suck his dick.

I look up at him while I tug at the waistband of his white boxer-briefs. They come down and I look at the cock they reveal.

It is pretty big, his balls are low-hanging and round, his cock is uncut and semi-erect.

I slowly moved my mouth closer to his cock and licked the tip softly.

Blood rushed to Mr Mitchell’s dick and it hardened in my hand, quickly becoming a six- or seven-inch, wide monster.

“Sir,” I said. “It’s so big. Will it fit?”

“We’ll make it fit.”

“How long is it?”

Sir picked a pink ruler off his coworkers desk and measured. “Seven and a half,” he said proudly.

I moved to suck it, but he moved.

Mr Mitchell flexed both his biceps and prepared to pick me up.

He picked me up, facing him, and pushed me against the window. I jumped as the cold glass touched my bare back.

Sir spat onto his cock and lowered me onto the tip.

I groaned loudly as my teacher entered my virgin hole.

Mr Mitchell pushed it all the way in. I shouted out in discomfort.

His ass tensed as he pushed in and pulled out of me, fucking me up against the window. It felt so good to have him inside me.

We changed position and he threw me onto his desk face-up and kept pounding me. His hands were under my shoulders, pulling me onto his dick.

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I had just turned 18 and I crashed a celebrity party after the BRIT awards.

I wanted mainly to see the celebs but nearly all of them were drunk and tipsy.

Paddy McGuinness and Will Mellor were stumbling around together. They asked for help getting back to their shared hotel room.

I agreed and I helped them into the elevator and along the corridor. When we got to their room, they let me inside.

There was only one bed, and Paddy noticed me looking at it funnily.

“We’re together,” he whispered and laughed drunkenly.

“I’m so hot,” Will said loudly and he undid two buttons on his shirt. It went down to about the bottom of his chest and I could see the hair on his pecs.

“Get naked,” Paddy said, “he won’t mind.” He gestured to me.

Will thought it was a good idea. He pulled of his shirt and I was shocked by how fit he was, considering his was in hos forties.

The chest hair was faint and mousy and he had hair on his belly, covering his faint abs.

He pulled his trousers down and threw them on the ground. The forty-three year-old was led in his boxers on the double bed next to his fourty-five year-old boyfriend.

I was shocked when Will started to pull down his tight boxers and I kept watching to see him pull out his six inch cock.

It wasn’t hard, but I certainly was.

Paddy seemed to like it as well and rubbed his hand over Will’s torso.

“Join us,” Paddy said, removing his own shirt to reveal a shaved, muscular torso.

I practically jumped at the chance and I helped Paddy pull off his trousers and I pulled his pants off.

Paddy’s cock was seven inches or so, bigger than Will’s and definitely bigger than mine.

“Suck me off,” Paddy demanded and I picked up his cock and felt it harden to more than seven inches.

I slowly jerked him off while licking the foreskin of his uncut cock. I jerked him faster and thraoted him deeper.

I worked up to

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Jake Gyllenhaal x Tom Holland

Tom was over 15 years younger than Jake. This was a scary thought, to say the least. However, Jake had never had a partner that he loved this much before.

They were extremely different. Tom maintained his young appearence by shaving his face, chest and belly, but Jake grew his body hair, looking like a more mature man, Tom thought.

They hadnt had sex together, they hadnt even seen each other naked, but today Tom was really lusting after Jake.

Tom sat on the sofa at Jake’s house, waiting for him to come home. He was naked, hoping to surprise Jake.

Jake was late, like always. Tom sat there, imagining what Jake’s dick would look like. He was probably cut, unlike Tom. Jake seemed like the sort of person who wouldn’t trim their pubes. Tom trimmed his.

The door unlocked and Jake walked in. He turned on the light.

“Tom? What are you doing?” Jake walked over to him.

Tom stood up kissed Jake. “I want you.”

Jake gently put his hands on Tom’s smooth, round ass and pressed his boy into Tom’s.

They walked to the bedroom and Tom climbed on the bed.

Jake pulled off his t-shirt and Tom marvelled at his hairy chest and belly. He could see abs beneath the light layer of hair.

Jake pulled off his pants and Tom looked at his boxers.

Tom could see Jake’s dick poking out of the leg of the boxers. How big WAS it?

Jake pulled off his boxers and Tom could see his unerect penis

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Chris Pratt x Tom Holland

Tom was 22 and his boyfriend was 39. This made him anxious in itself. But the fact that Chris had a child and that Tom was still a virgin made it so much worse.

But every time Tom looked at Chris he forgot all of that. He loved him so so so much and he couldnt bring himself to tell him.

Tonight he was going round to Chris’ and he was determined to do it, get it over with. Just... be done with it.

And so that night when he went to Chris’ house, he went in with hope and the courage to break it to him, but he got distracted and then forgot entirely.

He only remembered about two hours later when they wer both led on Chris’ sofa, a soft blanket draped over them. Chris was sat with his legs up in the corner of the sofa, Tom was led against him, his legs up in the other direction.

Tom definitely couldn’t say anything now. He had forgotten just how much he loved him. Then he came up with a better idea.

He put his hand on Chris’ stomach, under his loose shirt, and he rubbed his belly and then reched up to kiss Chris on the lips, sliding his hand further up Chris’ torso, up to his strong chest, and moving round to sit on Pratt’s lap.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Chris asked gently.

Tom smiled. “Yeah.”

And so Chris stood up, his arms under Tom’s thighs and ass, picking him up and kissing him while walking towards the bedroom.