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Urban Sex Vacation

by JacobGoody on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

I use hook-up apps as a way to travel I suppose. I don't have the luxury to flit about the globe taking selfies with landmarks, so more often than not, when I get to chat up a guy, I'm dipping my toe into a completely different life. To a degree, if and when we hook up, I become a different, more adventurous guy. And perhaps, ashamedly - when I'll leave town...

Great Nips

by Cal Y. Pygia on Jul 15, 2020
Gay Male

Although I never get anything more than a trim, Great Nips is my go-to hair salon. The stylists are beautiful, and they can do everything: 'dos, perms, braids, dyes, extensions, even mani-pedis. Their prices are cheap, too—well, as far as men's haircuts go, anyway. Fourteen bucks, and customers are in and out of the chair in twenty minutes, tops. I always ha...

Running into Trouble Ch. 01

by buttcheeks777 on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

This is a fantasy that involves male-on-male action and forced sex. If you're not into that please move on. It isn't meant to be a great work of literature, it's meant to be a silly fantasy of mine. I've been in rural Iowa for the last few months working in a temporary office for my firm and it's been an adjustment. The food, the weather, the people; eve...

High and Low Ch. 05

by bisexualsmoker on Sep 16, 2017
Gay Male

Simon and Brenda's sex life definitely picked up a step. She began using strap on dildos on him. Fucking his ass raw while he squealed in delight. "So you want to be a fag boy! " she would admonish him, as he grovelled on all fours. Brenda battering him from behind with a fury so very unrepentant. He would swivel and moan in glorious delight. The double ac...

Pete's Birthday Surprise

by alexcarr on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

"Are you in there, Badger?" barked Jeff knocking at the allotment shed door. "Hang on just a moment" was the gruff reply. "What you doing in there, sounds like you are out of breath," continued Jeff teasing, knowing very well what the old guy was up to with the young Pete. Or so he thought , but not quite as he discovered when Badger replied - he wasn't ac...

Trevor Forever

by alexcarr on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

Being spanked by Trevor was awesome. But I simply had to endure it because I loved him and that is what turned him into the most fantastic lover ever. It stings of course it does and invariably I need to stand off for a couple of days or so to let my ass recover the notches and bruises cause by his incessant thrashing. There are times I wish my attributes...

Bicurious College Party Ch. 01

by bobcat753 on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

In college, I had a group of friends that I would drink with at least once a week, but usually more. We were all students but of various lifestyles. The group consisted of a skinny but wild party girl, Liz, and a fairly athletic gay guy named Colby. Colby had a certain resemblance to the guy who I had gotten my first two blowjobs from. The three of us routi...

Tied to the Bed

by SluttyBisexualGuy on Dec 3, 2017
Gay Male

"Dude, I need your help, and it's gonna sound crazy, okay?" Caleb immediately said as he opened his front door to let his friend in. His best friend Adam has just arrived after receiving a frantic phone call from Caleb only twenty minutes earlier explaining that it was an absolute emergency and that he needed him to come over immediately. Caleb lived not...

African Encounter

by devon toujours2 on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

I could feel the sweat rolling down my back, between my shoulder blades, as I pulled my wet shirt away from my chest for the thousandth time already. I savoured the icy coolness of the glass as I lifted it to my lips. Ice jangling, I slid the cold scotch over my tongue, reveling in the feel as the cool drops of condensed African night dripped from the bottom...

Gods and Men

by kgmorgensen on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

Clusters of Turks sit cross-legged on richly woven carpets. Young men still in their late teens, idle and relaxed in these last days of summer, they glance up from teacups when I enter, their dark eyes like shadows, watching as I cross the room and stand at the desk and wait for the man behind it to give me a towel. A barrel-chested, shirtless man, he smil...