Fresh Porn Stories

I had a meeting with the head of the department of field research upon my return home, and I knew that I would have to answer for the film reel that beat me home. It was foolhardy of me to accept such an assignment, but I was eager to prove myself as a new intern. They sent me to a small village deep in the Amazon. "They are among the most savage, but no one has reported any harm. I think that you can handle it." The head told me. Of course I accepted. "Explain these." The director said. "Well, sir, as you know, I was sent right before spring, and, well, apparently they have a spring festival." "Festival?" The head challenged. "This looks like an orgy." "Yes, of course. I mean, it kind of was. In a sense, you see, they worship a god that of whom they believe to be responsible for the coming crops and rain." I said with my chin high. The director looked suspicious. He took out another photo from his collecti...

The word spread throughout the campus that I was going out for the cheer squad. Because of it, most of the jocks didn't want anything to do with me. They were afraid that I would rub gay onto them. I didn't understand that, because I wasn't trying to be gay, just a cheerleader. Well, a cheer-leading girl, a pretty cheer-leading girl. Like those that I always desired, but never could get. But things were different now. I didn't need to get girls to be happy, just to be accepting as one of, well, them. I wasn't yet welcomed totally. I guess I still had dues to pay? Whatever it was, I wasn't to use their locker room. The coach had made that clear. So until then, I was changing in the boys' room. One time a star football player happened by me while changing. He was such a guy, tall, handsome, yet, he was a bit skittish around. I explained to him that I was the girl, well, boy, that he probably heard about, that I was a boy too, but only dressing as a gi...

I thought that I had noticed a trend; that girls got more scholarships than us boys. So, I went undercover. I signed up for the cheer leading team at my college, and did ok at tryouts, but I was so low on the list that I was at risk to be cut from the squad. I got the assistant coach's number from one of the few friendly girls who tried out. and sent him a text right away. "Hey, it's Nick. Any chance I can get a second chance? I totally blew that tryout." ... A moment later. "I mean it's Nicky! Omg. So embarassing. Do you remember me?" I had to wait a while, but he replied at last. "Can I meet you in your dorm in a few minutes?" I was confused why he wanted to meet so urgently, but I was equally desperate. "You got it!" I responded, trying to come across enthusiastic. "Be in your tryout uniform." He added. "Already am!" I rushed to reapply makeup and to fix my hair up the same way I h...

I was doing so well to conceal my identity. I was then several weeks into the lacrosse squad of a neighboring school. Cut from my own school's team, I had to transfer to make it onto a team, but only female athlete tansfers were guaranteed to be accepted. The school was none the wiser that I was a boy while I played the system, and I only had to play pretend the few hours during practice and what was soon to be live games. But one day I left the field to retrieve a lost ball the boys had lobbed into the wood. There, one of their school slackers approached me. He had expected "a little something" as he put it. I knew that if I knocked him out he'd let out that I was more than just a chick playing ball, so I went along with it. "Something like this?" I teased as I bent over for the ball. "Baby..." He grabbed my hips. There was no getting away Scott-free now. I pushed my shorts down to show him my cheeks, careful to not give too...