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The Boy with the Bulge Ch. 01

by dirtyjoe69 on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

I followed you as you went from ride to ride at the town's carnival. When I first spotted you it was your long flowing chestnut hair that caught my eye but soon my eyes wandered down your fit body to my desired spot. Your bulge was massive underneath the tight stone washed jeans you were wearing. I knew I had to have you right then. You caught my stare a f...

My First Cock

by lsop on Jul 4, 2018
Gay Male

I I stood shivering by the side of a long stretch of road outside of a truck stop 300 miles from my destination. I was 19 years old at the time and, prior to having left home a year earlier, had never so much as seen another cock in the flesh. For years I had fantasized about being face fucked more than anything else. I wanted to be on my knees, gagging and...

Tales of a Cock Slave #18

by dprb65 on Oct 6, 2020
Gay Male

I had to travel to Sao Paolo to meet with clients and my company's team there. I stayed at a nice hotel and conference center for 3 nights. Before going to the hotel, my colleagues and I went into the office to confirm the plans for the week. Our contact there was super-hot: dark hair, eyes, eyebrows and eye lashes; dark coffee-colored skin, tall (6"+), ve...

Midnight Fun

by SlaveToCock on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

Tom's breathing was heavy with lust as he watched the dark haired hunk in front of him strip. He's paid a small fortune for this night of fun, and he planned to enjoy every second of it. The hunk had wavy, longish dark hair and a sexy stubble. Mmmmm. As he undid his buttons, he revealed more and more golden muscle. Finally, he pulled his shirt off, displayi...

Get on Your Knees

by SlaveToCock on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

I know you've waited a long time for this. Take off my shirt. Slowly. Do the buttons one by one. Fuck, your hands are shaking. I turn you on that bad, huh? Yeah, take it off. Look at my body. You like what you see? You like my muscles? Watch me flex this here.....oh fuck yeah. Fuckin' get your FUCKIN hands off my crotch, motherfucker slut. You fuckin touch...

A Ride in the Patrol Car Ch. 02

by BeltBuckle on Feb 25, 2019
Gay Male

The ride to the station didn't take long. Logan and Harvey kept telling me that chief Wood was their boss and that I should show proper respect. That when every single word of his is an order and that I should be a really good boy. I assured them that it wouldn't be a problem and then they talked about how useful could I be around the station. That made my h...

Cock Cravings Ch. 02

by Wesea112 on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

True stories of a BiWM who acts on his craving from time to time. Not in any particular order really, just recounting some of the more memorable encounters and hope you enjoy reading about them. ***** Ever since meeting the subject of the last story, BigDickDad, my lust for cock had become insatiable. I think back on that meeting with him and know that so...

Poppers at the Adult Book Store

by RandyAlabama on Mar 3, 2020
Gay Male

No one in this story is under legal age. I have been to the Book Store several times. I would get sucked and I had sucked some cock and eventually got fucked. The police would raid the place so getting fucked or fucking might end up with a night in jail. I remember one day a man came into the booth It was after the touch and feel his pants and underwear dr...

Rick Needed a Beer, Gets Much More Pt. 01

by Iwanttwo on Jun 5, 2019
Gay Male

I had just finished a 12 hour day which was unusually tough. A little about myself, i'm A 29 year old associate working my ass off to make partner at a large law firm. Tuesday usually finds me going to the gym on the way home to work off the stress and keep my muscular 190 pounds in great shape. I'm 6' 2" and decent looking. My girlfriend had just broken up...

Teachers Ch. 03

by baroquecock on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

Mr Stone, my history teacher, had kept me after class. It had been a boring class, even for him. The humidity left sweat on all us schoolboys' skin, soaking out into our shirts. The room's rickety old windows barely openable on the third floor. As my classmates filed out, I sat on the edge of the front desk, facing the large wooden desk Mr. Stone was now wip...