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Carved by Angels Ch. 04

by Rinique on Apr 3, 2019
Gay Male

********************************* The world became frigid once more, covered with snow and ice from relentless storms. Cold flakes burned his face, threatening to melt away his white mask, scrape off the clinging lipstick. But no matter how furious the weather became, Sajery sat on the same bench he sat on ten years ago where he first watched his Kichay dan...

Stolen

by sr71plt on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

I had the creepiest feeling I was being watched. I was sitting at the table in the small dining L of my high-rise apartment and diddling through my favorite Web sites. I liked all-male bondage fucking. It certainly wasn’t something I admitted to in my day job down on the stock market trading floor, but that’s how I unwound. In the evening, after a tough day...

First Bisexual Experience

by rogue2 on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

This is the true story of my first bisexual experience. See I am a 30 years old bisexual male and have been that way for about 10 years. I am 5'10" 175 lbs. nice ass and tight bas athletic muscular build and go to the gym 6 times a week. It started when I was in college when I first got a computer and was exposed to the internet. I began looking at female p...

Do You Want to Remember?

by Sean Renaud on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

"You know it's been way to fucking long since we got out of the house." Jack said stretching as he crawled out of the back of the Toyota truck Lance owned. "Why'd I end up in the back again?" "Cus you were too slow to call shotgun that's why." Mike replied twisting slightly to crack his back. "Besides other than being tight around the shoulders that seat is...

On the Lam

by sr71plt on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

I don't know how long it took for me to separate out the buzzing of bombs being dropped from a combat plane in my dreams from someone leaning on my door buzzer in the middle of the night. It didn't help that the buzzing stopped when I was awake enough to think about where it was coming from and that it started again as I dozed off. When I decided it wasn't...

You Never Know, Until You Do

by reallife4me on Oct 6, 2020
Gay Male

Stepping out into the hot muggy summers night she knew what she was doing was wrong. But she couldn't help herself. Like the drug addict, a fix is the only thing that will solve all her problems, she heads out. Turning the key to start her car she wonders how she ever allowed herself to get this low. She's a successful woman, a woman with means and power in...

The Joys Of Crossing Over

by Darla Leslie on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

It all began back in my teen years in the mid-west when I was just a young, confused lad of eighteen. I was a relatively good looking boy, long blonde hair about 4 inches below my shoulders, 5 feet 11 inches tall, 170 pounds, green eyes with a VERY well endowed girl friend whose body of 38DD-25-36 I enjoyed, admired and envied ---- envied because I'm a close...

Death to Blonds Ch. 07

by sr71plt on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

There had to be a way of opening this guy up, Clint thought as he walked into The Dugout bar the next afternoon. I've got to find it; I can't just let this ride like Danny wants me to. I hope he hasn't disappeared on us. Greg Garrison hadn't disappeared. He was working the bar at The Dugout and looking just as happy as he could be. He must know, Clint thou...

Apotheosis Ch. 00

by tevans on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

Disclaimer: The following story depicts sexual acts between two men. Though unspecified, both participants are intended to be over eighteen. If such material offends you, or you are offended by profanity, please do not continue reading. This story belongs to Timothy Evans and should not be distributed to other sites without expressed consent. Comments and su...

Death to Blonds Ch. 08

by sr71plt on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

What, again? Clint thought as he rolled over in the bed and encountered warm, hard flesh. His head was pounding. His ass was tingling too. Felt like a Mac truck had rammed itself up in there. He liked that feeling; seemed he spent half his life trying to open himself wide—with help, of course. He liked it better when the truck was still parked, though. And w...