I'm shaking as I approach the gate, palms slicked with cold sweat, heart slamming, stomach twisting. I'm really doing this, about to go through the gate—finally, after walking past it every day on my way to and from work, hearing the repeated clank of massive weights that would crush my slender frame, the deep manly grunts echoing in a massive chest, wrenche...
Smiling in expectation of a hot Friday evening, Paul strolled into The Purple Knight, his favorite bar. It was a gay bar, of course, because he seldom goes into any other kind, and never when he's in drag as he was then. He felt quite pleased with himself, because he had made a big sale that day at the high tech manufacturing company where he worked on the o...
"Remember, sex onstage is illegal. This isn't fucking Amsterdam. You can jerk yourself off a little, play with the other guys' cocks, but if you cum, it's all over. Got it? No blowing your load. No oral. No penetration of any kind. Not that the other guys'd let you—they're professionals and a lot of them're straight. Got it?" "Got it." I can still hardly b...
I couldn't be faulted for doing my best to fight off the depression from these urges that had clutched at me since high school. My parents, bless them, had done what they could to help me—my dad, especially, by guiding me through various sports programs, giving his all to the effort to give me the All-American sports hero life—using up all my time so I didn'...
Braden was on his way over to his friend Nathan's house. He had pulled a muscle over the previous weekend during a game of intramural summer soccer at the local university and ever since his lower back had been driving him crazy. He hadn't slept well, and his mobility had gone to shit. Nathan and Braden had grown up together and were longtime friends. Th...
Almost every day, I would go on a walk around my neighborhood for exercise. I usually went about 30, 40 minutes away, to this scenic towpath where a lot of other people walked. I would put a pair of headphones on and zone out, taking in nature around me. A few times, I noticed this guy walking up and down the towpath. He stood out because he never wore a s...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** This story is totally unrelated to the previous "Unexpected Aid" and is just titled that way due to their similar nature. They are separate stories within a series. All characters are over 18. ***** There was my half naked, beefy dad on his knees sucking his buddy's dick. He w...
Nailed at the Gym Nick hadn't gone back to the farm since Francis had fucked him. It had been a week since the best Monday of his life, but Nick was far too scared to go back. He wasn't sure if Francis would be happy or pissed to see him. Was Francis fucking him so hard and rough supposed to be some sort of punishment for spying on him? And if it wasn't, wa...
* * * * * * * * * * Schooled By The Mountain Men * * * * * * * * * * It's hard to work when you're horny . . . And Tom Prescott was super horny. He'd had a hard-on since he'd gotten lost in the Rugged Mountains and hooked up with Clint Hardwick. He wasn't into men . . . At least, he hadn't been until last night, when he'd sucked Clint's cock and then fuc...
Sven started to withdraw from inside me and I felt the stretched walls of my rectum closing down on the empty void as he retreated. My bum felt sore and bruised but it was also tingling deliciously from the fucking he'd just given it. I couldn't believe how hard I'd cum while his massive hard knob was tearing back and forth across my prostate. Every time he...