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A Furry Ass Slut Boy for Daddies

by playinmine on Oct 15, 2017
Gay Male

Yes, my ass is indeed furry, which is something I had always found a turn off myself, but I have learned that quite a few men prefer that. It was a bit strange for me, at first, to receive fan messages from guys that were turned on by it on adult social sites. Usually it was a request for a pic and I'd send (and still do) one of my furry ass, exposed in crot...

We Met Online... Ch. 02

by freshrope_69 on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

If you are not 18 or of age in your state to view such material as this, please move on… The realization, after the first installment of this story that there were many mistakes in spelling, has cause to ask for your forgiveness and I will do a better job of proof reading before submitting Chapter 2. This story is the continuation of events into man2man se...

Movements in the Morning

by LoveIsUniversal on Apr 9, 2019
Gay Male

It happened again last night. Carol had brought her two boyfriends home with her. Ian and Jay, both at nineteen years of age, became the hot topic in her bedroom. The three of them experienced a repeat of their most intimate encounter. Carol had known both of these young men since February, and now she didn't have any regrets. Their current relationship prog...

Underneath Erupting Lights

by LoveIsUniversal on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

On the streets of Buena Park, California, people with a fondness for customary patriotism expressed gratitude with some undisruptive detonations. As a lifelong tradition, the Fourth of July was alive and well in the city. The street lights didn't become the only ones that provided manmade luminosity. Men, women, and children set their fireworks alight, illum...

Are You Game? Ch. 04

by 2ndAlias on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

Pro Bowl ---Sunday Ben greeted me at the door that afternoon with an extended hug and I instantly became hard. Ever since last week, or perhaps even before, my dick had somehow become accustomed to springing to life whenever I was in forty feet of him. "It's just the two of us," Ben said as he affectionately rubbed the back of my neck. "You want a drink...

Shores of Tripoli Ch. 09

by KeithD on Oct 22, 2019
Gay Male

The harbor at Algiers seemed almost to disappear altogether as the pirate ships moved into the deep-water port right up to the dock and then, when there was no more room at the docks, right up against the ship between them and the dock—and so on until the whole surface of the space between the two headlands encasing the harbor was just one continuous deck wi...

Jesse & Ashly

by KittyKathryn on Aug 31, 2017
Gay Male

It was a perfect day to be huddled under the blankets with a lover. Outside, the season's first blizzard was rapidly covering the campus where Ashly and Jesse were both music majors. The two roommates and lovers had decided to forgo the dorm parties, celebrating the inevitable class cancellations, and instead simply spend the day together, enjoying each othe...

Like Father Like Son

by sr71plt on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

As I walked into the city on the main street, Damrak, leading directly from Amsterdam's central train station, I nervously fingered the folded e-mail I'd been carrying tucked in my wallet for the past month and a half. Damrak changed into Rokin, and at the end of canal off the Amstel River, I made a right onto Heiligeweg. I had thought of this possibility o...

Tramp Steaming Ch. 02: Christophe

by sr71plt on Nov 27, 2017
Gay Male

I pulled a pair of low-rise shorts and a sports shirt out of the closet, put them on, leaving the sports shirt open and not tucked into the shorts, and padded down to the hotel reception desk to start the process of reporting I'd been ripped off, was temporarily destitute, and needed help to start the process of canceling cards and replenishing my funds. I w...

Last Call Ch. 03

by sr71plt on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

I woke up in the middle of the night, aware that something had changed. We weren't moving, and there was no feeling of a motor grinding under us. I was locked in one of the smaller cabins belowdecks—not bound and not particularly uncomfortable, but my channel was sore. I would recover fast, but never in my life had I had such a ride as Fazil Fikret and his...