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The Deal

by Ilbfita on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

He didn't mince words. I appreciated that. A small mercy I'll admit, but under the circumstances, an important one. The University had discovered porn in my directory. I was not heavily into porn, but I was curious, and had visited a few sites and downloaded some images, with the intention of examining them at my leisure. He was head of security. A bull of...

Top's Tales: Night with Scott

by zelot65 on Dec 24, 2017
Gay Male

This is the first part of a series of encounters between the main character, Eric and several other men. The story is completely fictional. ***** Eric didn't really know how or when it happened, but at some point during college he had left his Christian upbringing and morals behind. According to his parents he was a "depraved perverted piece of filth", and...

In-Law Brother Lover

by BoyMistress on Dec 24, 2019
Gay Male

First chapter to sort of set up the story line , before I get into the real shameless smut. Chapters will get raunchier as Brandon gets consumed by revenge to destroy his sisters dream life, he will get more depraved and immoral as the story line continues and so do others characters and I look forward to writing about it. Prologue: This could have all be...

Arcane Attraction

by badboi94 on Sep 29, 2017
Gay

Well, first things first, you're a pervert an unabashed, fire breathing perv. And worse than that you're an 18 year old pervert, those tendencies with those raging hormones create a hellish concoction. Whether it be incestuous shoe and pantie sniffing of your mother Maria and older sister Erin, or creeping into your classmates open window and jerking off wat...

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First night out

by mutantcell on Sep 1, 2009
Gay

You read the note, “tuck this into your back pocket and all your darkest, depraved fantasies will come true” You had bought the note off the merchant for a joke. Your life was fairly drab anyway and any thought of excitement had now come down to wishful thinking. You follow the instructions folding the note and placing it in the back pock of an old faded pai...

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Yes, Mr. Vice President

by newpaulman on Oct 15, 2017
Gay Male

"So your government is confident you can make this work, even when it's a coalition of coalitions?" "We are perfectly confident." That was me wrapping up an interview with the vice president of West Livia. He was a big, strongly built black man, as dark-skinned as I had ever seen and a widely-feared figure. He had once been the leader of a rebel group duri...

Jake and Danny Ch. 02

by funandbold on Apr 2, 2018
Gay Male

He kept telling me when to take a hit, how much to take and how long to hold it, as he progressed from one finger to two, then to three which was a bit of a stretch, then back to two, then three again, then one, then thumb, then two, then three when he told me to take a big hit and hold it to the count of ten, and to push out as he slid in, and I'm not certa...

William Ch. 03

by DougsLair on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

Once again, we had dozed off. This time, I awoke with Williams cock still firm, and buried deep in my ass, unable to back out, due to his laying on top of me. But it was all good, I was comfortable and happy. AND, I had gotten rid of that pesky cherry, ha ha ha. I lay there, William on my back, holding me down. Not that I wanted to get away, but I was enjoy...

The Rape Journal: Part 01

by JAKnight on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

Journal Entry: 09/29/2012 (The Club) I had been watching him for about an hour. Brown hair, hazel eyes, nice full lips, and a great ass sinfully covered in jeans. I was pretty sure he was straight, but it didn't matter, he was the perfect man for my depraved needs. All I needed, all I craved was to shove my cock up his ass whether he wanted it or not. And I...

Wolves

by synthetic.touch on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

My mouth is red and sticky with blood. No, not blood. Lipstick, crimson and wet, a moist, warm gash. The illusion vanishes, and I ache. This is why I never wear red lipstick. My mouth in the tiny compact mirror hurts me, plagues me with memories that never happened, makes a phantom flavor burn upon my tongue--a flavor that I am all too familiar with, but t...