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Playing with Caesar

by oaklandtickles on May 21, 2018
Gay Male

I don't get to travel often so I was excited to finally get an opportunity to travel, and not just travel but take a trip to San Francisco. Work keeps me chained to my desk most of the time but I needed to make some client calls. It's not that San Francisco is so far from LA, but it might as well be the moon because I get away so infrequently. I'm gay and...

Looking For It

by sr71plt on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

I stood there, in front of the still-wet painting. It gripped me, pulled me in, made me tingle, feel on edge. I wanted it; I wanted to be it. I wasn't it yet. The painting was of me, but it somehow was more alive, more aroused, nearer the pinnacle. I could see it everywhere, mostly in the eyes, I thought. They were so alive, so satisfied and . . . completed....

Naughty Pleasure Market Ch. 03

by we_all_kneel on Aug 21, 2019
Gay Male

Matthew's nipples became stiff, red and sensitive. His heart was pounding, cock was demanding attention. Bunny guy's tongue was invading his ass longer than it was necessary, but suddenly, its wet touch disappeared. Matt looked behind with helpless face and blushing cheeks. Stranger put the plug against his asshole and applied pressure. Matthew's dick twitch...

The Gay Wife

by rik581 on Sep 16, 2017
Gay Male

"Passionate Reading" Ginger held her romance novel in her left hand as she read the seductive steamy passages. She was in bed slightly propped up on her red satin cased pillows. She took deep breaths as her passions slowly rose. Her right hand lay on the back of her husband's head. She continuously twirled a lock of his hair around her manicured finger as h...

War Zone

by KeithD on Jan 20, 2020
Gay Male

Samir could hardly be called delicate in declaring who or what he was. I guess his blatant arrogance was what attracted me to him and had me submitting to him—that he seemed to have every reason to have supreme self-confidence. When he opened the door of the Dama Rose Hotel room in Damascus, Syria, on the first knock and our driver was standing there in the...

Soft and Silky

by Vickster on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

This story was told to me by a friend who insists it is mostly true. Mostly! He highly recommends trying this if you have not done so already. * When I was 16 years old, my mother said to me; and I quote "I hope the devil feeds off your flesh himself and you spend an eternity suffering in the flames of Hell." This was her response when I told her I was gay...

When in Niamey

by KeithD on Sep 12, 2018
Gay Male

"Oui, Oui! Baise-moi! Baise-moi!—Yes, yes, fuck me! Comme ça! Plus profound!—Like that. Deeper." I lay on the plastic sheeting on the hotel room bed, my hands gripping the brass rungs of the headboard overhead, my eyes wide, focused on the suddenly cruel smile on the face of the French businessman sitting next to me on the bed. The ceiling fan in the hot Ni...

Death in the Rockies Ch. 06

by sr71plt on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

"Did he do you on the saddle?" Butch asked as I hit the bottom stair to the basement when I'd left Side Slade's office and gone down the stairs as the ranch's foreman had told me to do. "Yes," I answered, but I wasn't my most attentive to the question. This was what Slade must have meant about Butch testing me on the edges before I was let loose—and they we...

David

by Timpoo on Oct 3, 2018
Gay Male

David sat at home in his kitchen on a plastic chair and felt the last few dribbles of piss run from his dick and into his underpants whilst what had not been soaked up by his wet grey corduroy shorts made a puddle underneath him. He pushed his lap-top away from himself and ran his hands over the front of his saturated corduroy. Now he had finished wetting hi...

My Master and I

by MrRobert65 on Aug 21, 2019
Gay Male

It was a warm day in July. Standing along a harborfront near the ferry terminal in a light blue polo shirt, a pair of tan shorts that hugged me just slightly and Birkenstock sandals on my feet, I might have looked like any other twenty-two-year-old gay man waiting for someone on a summer night. I looked out at the Atlantic Ocean and appreciated the vast be...