Gay Breeding Bench Stories

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Sean and Jason

by mstrhole on Sep 1, 2017
Gay Male

When I first saw him, he was sitting on a park bench (and, no, he was not eyeing little girls with bad intent). He was reading a book. Later, I would come to understand that this was his default state. In this instance, the book was William Gibson's Neuromancer. I was pleased. Literate and sexy; the intellect and the libido are inseparable after all, or sho...

An Older Jock in the College Sauna

by jtwy on Apr 13, 2020
Gay Male

It was 5:30pm on a Friday night and Jack was exhausted after a long week of classes. A junior in college, he was studying hard to get into graduate school while working part-time to help pay his tuition. He definitely wasn't energetic enough to go out later that night with some friends, but still needed an endorphin boost. Might as well go to the gym, he tho...

Met and Bred by my Biological Dad

by yeti8080k on Mar 31, 2020
Gay Male

Editor's note: this submission contains scenes of incest or incest content. * This is how I met my biological father. I was adopted as a baby. I didn't meet my bio-Dad until I was eighteen, since I was born in a place where records of the adoptees and their biological parents were sealed until we, the adoptees, become adults. I'm just going to call him Da...

Pulled Off the Road

by LthrBndBy on Jun 9, 2020
Gay Male

This story is pure fiction, all characters are above 18 and consenting. Enjoy some dominant cop and bbc action! ***** It was October and Bryan was wandering down some rarely driven road just outside Denver. He was 22 years old and had enough of regular life. He quit his job, sold just about everything he owned, bought a good backpack, and just started wal...

Horny Teachers

by Coxswain on Sep 19, 2017
Gay Male

I was horny. No doubt about it. The day started with a look at a surveyor outside my apartment--working his transit out in the street. He was a big, muscular guy who looked like he'd stretch me happy around his big cock. Any man with broad shoulders like those and pecs that bulged his t-shirt had to be hung. Fuck, what a body. Perfect. My apartment was clo...

In the Beginning

by sr71plt on Aug 17, 2017
Gay Male

I knew as soon as I was coming close that I should not go on—that there was nothing to go on for. At first I sensed it; everything was too quiet. None of the small animals and birds were about, and the bushes themselves seemed to be holding still in fear. And when I came closer, I could smell it on the air—the fear was there, but also something else. Nothing...

TVB Episode 03

by lexhibitionist on Aug 31, 2017
Gay Male

Hi everyone who has been reading, I hope you've enjoyed your holidays so far. I'm sorry if any of you were disappointed by Joey not getting any action last time but I'm sure this story will rectify that so enjoy. Disclaimer: Although ages are not stated, all characters are intended to be 18 and over. This story is based in a world where STIs don't exist and...

Pretender's Fate Ch. 01

by KeithD on Nov 18, 2019
Gay Male

[This is a completed, seven chapter, novella that will post by early November, 2019.] Thomas Howard, master of Castle Ayr, was having difficulty focusing his attention on his unusual—and very, very secret—guest at banquet, Robert deBruce. Sir Thomas's "problem" was the charms of the troubadour, Geoffrey, who deBruce had brought with him from Ireland. Geoffr...

Stable Lads

by AmethystMare on Nov 29, 2017
Gay Male

This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially. ***** Winter snarled bitterly at the stable yard, fros...

Leather Messiah

by Araddion on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

Note: This story has been previously published on the Nifty Archives. * * * * * To bow. To worship. To breed. These are the notes of his symphony, his soul's hunger. His eyes dart from body to body, evaluating, finding nothing of either sustenance or substance. In his emptiness, I sense his desperation for my religion. He seeks a fane with an altar of...