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1995. Nashville. I was 23. Let me tell you about the night a slim blond bro ruined me for regular dick forever. I met him on IRC — back when it was all text, no pics, just stats and dirty talk. Six foot, blond hair, slim build. He told me straight up he’d never been …
I walked into the gym exactly one hour before they were supposed to lock the doors. The place was already quiet, just the low hum of the air conditioning and the faint clank of weights from the last couple of guys finishing up. I liked that window—enough time to get a real pump without the …
My name is Cohen. Three weeks ago I landed the sweetest gig I’ve ever had: writing stroke stories for BATE FUEL. The guys feed me their real-life experiences and I turn them into BATE FUEL. I make sure to preserve every filthy detail into the kind of thick, cock-throbbing erotica that keeps men locked in …