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The Paint Job Pt. 03

by Robert_Furlong on Nov 27, 2017
Gay Male

"So... onto the first consummation," I suggested, pausing for the two men to reposition themselves and sit alongside each other on the couch. "In this painting, Adam is... er... making love to Stephen. Am I okay to describe it like that?" I'd expected Adam to haughtily inform me that one man doesn't make love 'to' another but rather that their sex is collab...

Sons and Lovers

by Robert_Furlong on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

Warning: includes moderate scat, including descriptions of defecation and sex which involves shit. ***** The shower curtain was abruptly yanked open, making Jake pull back in surprise as he wiped his dripping fringe from his eyes. In front of him Guy's son Simon was staring incredulously at him. "What the hell, Jake...? Why are you having a shower in our...

Planting The Family Seed Ch. 02

by arthurwilliamdent on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

Author's Note (B Flat): While the first chapter of this story was based in true life experiences, I've decided to mix some fiction into the rest of this story at the request of readers and to make for a more interesting story. This story deals with gay incest but this particular chapter is about two friends who 'accidently' have sex. Chapter 3 will get bac...

The King's Bodyguard Pt. 01

by WittePiet on Sep 5, 2018
Gay Male

[This Chapter is an experiment to test readers' reactions. There are several more chapters to follow.] ***** Chapter One Life as a Bodyguard King Arthur VI of Gaylandia did not play a major political role in the government of his kingdom. He played a minor diplomatic role in representing his nation on the world scene and every afternoon of the week and m...

New Neighbors Ch. 02

by chained_sinner on Aug 31, 2017
Gay Male

The three months I've lived here have been a living hell for me and part of what's made it so unbearable is that I've enjoyed it. I can't even look at myself in the mirror without feeling disgust and hatred for the face staring back at me. Master David and Master Jim have turned me into a filthy, black cock worshipping pig. They have used me every day, since...

Goa December 2011

by jenny_skywalker on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

Goa. December 2011. I'd just got off the bus. Drinking alone at a shack by the beach. And that's where He joined me at the table. We made the usual conversation. I noticed he used every excuse to reach out and touch my arm, my shoulder and even my knee. He: Hey, listen. how about we share a room? Save some cash that way. And with that he had his hand on my...

Dave and Scott Pt. 04

by willowview43 on Sep 14, 2020
Gay Male

Scott had rammed a huge butt plug in my ass while we watched my brother get fucked by his son, and told me to keep it inside me all night. He wanted my asscunt loose ready for a hard fucking the next morning. I went back to my bed but I didn't sleep much that night - the plug was so big I could feel it stretching my hole. A tight cockring was around my cock...

Indentured

by kalanac on Jul 16, 2017
Gay

The cart rocks back and forth as the horse pulls it along the uneven road, jostling you about. So far you've managed to wedge yourself between the other goods to avoid being slammed about. "Other goods", god above, to think you are now someone's damned property! You glare at the rough planks of the floor as you think back to the day your father sol...

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New Neighbors Ch. 01

by chained_sinner on Aug 31, 2017
Gay Male

I was so excited. A new city, a new apartment....a new life! I was newly divorced and ready to meet someone to settle down with. Someone nice to see the city with, laugh with, and maybe start a family with. It took me more than four days to get everything unpacked and set up to my liking, which left me just three more days before I was scheduled to start my...

Old Ike

by 80niner on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

When I think of dirty old men, I think of Ike Thomas and when I think about Ike I get a hard on that won’t quit. Sixty years ago,I worked in what was once my Grandfather’s Greenhouses. Gramps had died a year earlier and Grandma, now in her seventies had been forced to sell to the competition. I got a job with the new owners and mostly worked the range by m...