1. A Submissive little boy


    Date: 9/21/2015, Categories: BDSM, First Time, Gay Male, Author: alexkoko, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    AUTHOR'S NOTE This is a story about a young man exploring his sexuality and finding out he is a gay submissive. It is rather long and not all about sex so if you are looking for a quickie you might want to look elsewhere. This is a fantasy. All characters are over the age of 18. Please enjoy. ------------------- I was a quiet boy ever since the beginning, small and overly sensitive in a hectic world. Other people were certainly not my specialty. At home more with a good book or just daydreaming in my room than clowning around with my buddies. What bothered me so much about it really wasn't that it was a problem for me, but that it seemingly was a problem for everyone else. Awkwardly trying to fit in, I would always miss a step. The witty thing on the tip of my tongue would, invariably, be silenced by an internal monologue about whether it was going to be cool enough, or if it would make me look stupid, and by the time it got out it was way past the right time for it and I would sound stupid. Needless to say I wasn't very good around girls. Other guys could just walk up to them and talk and laugh around, but it just didn't work that way for me. I was a scrawny k** anyways, shortest one in my class and paper-thin. Pile on my general shyness and I just didn't even bother. My sexual feelings usually just built up during the day and when I got home I would maybe look at a porno mag and play with myself or look up girls in the yearbook. I would pick a girl at random and pretend I ...
    was doing playing with their breasts or eating them out. It was always something like that I would be doing something to pleasure them, not like getting on top and riding them or anything. Usually what got me the most excited was when I would think about them taking my cock in their mouth and I would imagine their pretty faces looking up at me and I would cum all over and be ok for a while. This was the pattern for most of my years in school and I really thought that I was fine with it, but then I went off to college. Being from a small town the University overwhelmed the senses. There were hordes of people everywhere, making so much noise. The dorms themselves were just floor after floor of students piled up like a huge stack of donuts. The elevators were packed, the lines at the cafeteria were long, the classrooms held over a hundred k**s. It was almost hard to imagine taking a test and not cheating. How in the hell could the professor see anyone anyways? I fell into a routine like a good little boy going to my classes and just generally trying to avoid everyone, but in such a mass of humanity I just simply was not allowed to be a recluse. My first roommate was the son of a criminal. Literally that was the first thing out of his mouth when I saw him. He wasn't threatening me or anything I guess it was just on his mind. I guess there was this racket where his father would get loads of copper misplaced or something and then sell them off. You could tell that Greg, that was my ...
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