Gay Black Bull Stories

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Making of a Porn Star

by sr71plt on Nov 20, 2017
Gay Male

"Here we are again with our favorite American sub porn star, Brady Boyd. Say hello to your fans out there, Brady." The voice behind the camera at the foot of the bed was a low, sensuous one, speaking in English, with an accent—slightly English English but something else as well. I, of course, knew that Costas was Cypriot and that we were in the studio in his...

Addicted to Cock: The Early Days

by BigDickBttm on Sep 14, 2020
Gay Male

Prologue: Hello, my name is BigDickBttm and I'm a sex addict. I suppose my inner circle consists of going online to find women, transsexuals and men to sleep with. I never actually stick around long enough to sleep, of course. But yeah, I like to fuck. Top, bottom, black, white, young, old, tall, short, fat, skinny... you get the point. It doesn't matter. Li...

Ticket to Ride

by sr71plt on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

Will ride for one ticket to Saturday's Stingrays game and dinner. Box 482. Include pic/stats. The notice at the Tampa underground newspaper was short and simple and was accompanied by a thumbnail photo and URL to his Web page at a gay dating site. Ryan hadn't tried this approach before, but he'd been told it worked for other guys—as long as you didn't get t...

Sissy Veronica

by slavegurl_veronica on Sep 16, 2017
Gay Male

Hi. My name is Veronica. I am a 21 year old, 135 pound, pale white sissy boy with dark brown eyes and hair. My master is Derek. He is 6 ft 5 in, 175 pounds of beautiful black stud. I have a sissy playmate named Alex who is also Derek's pet. As I already described in an earlier story, Alex's sister Cecilia is responsible for hooking us up with Derek and intro...

Retreat to Savannah

by sr71plt on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

Was that really him I'd seen at the graveside, I wondered. It was more than a glimpse and he looked at me in recognition, but then Julio had taken my elbow so possessively, so intent on showing how close he was to Avis and me—or to me, at least. When I'd given him his moment of recognition, I looked back at where I was sure I'd seen David. But he was gone. I...

The Celtic Sonata of Life

by sr71plt on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

I was sitting outside the cottage door, just in my shorts, wondering if the farmer who had rented the rustic Cotswold cottage with the thatched roof and the rose trellis beside the door to me for two weeks had misinterpreted my offer. It hadn't been in so many words, but I think I had been clear enough in my nonverbal delivery. But maybe not. Maybe signaling...

The Customer (Dexter's Saga) Ch. 04

by JoyStick56 on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

Disclaimer: This story may contain scenes of a graphical nature that may not be legal in your area. If you are under 18, or if material of this nature is illegal in your present location, please leave now. By reading on, you are confirming that it is legal for you to view the material in this story. This story is a work of pure fiction. Names, characters, p...

Strapped Tight Ch. 03

by sr71plt on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

Jimmy and Ted "Ted," I said, calling up to the black chauffeur. "Find a private spot and pull over and come back here." I could feel Jimmy flinch, but I also could feel him willing himself to control his breath and his fear. Ted pulled over quickly and the black bull muscled his way into the backseat. I told him to strip, which he did on the spot, and then...

Making It with a Coloured Guy Called Jason

by alexcarr on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

"Pete is a good guy, he told me about you, that you are really a great fuck!" "You make me sound like a prize bull or something," I replied, being so delighted that Pete's mate Jason came up to expectations. I had never been with a coloured guy before. When Pete asked if it was okay for him to recommend me to Jason, he having showed me a picture of him in...

New Stage in Life Pt. 01

by HughJorgasm on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

How I came to these circumstances is not germane to my tale. Suffice it to say, that at the age of retirement, I find myself on the road with no family, friends, or prospects and nothing but the clothes on my back and in my knapsack and $100 cash in my wallet. I got a lift to a large truck stop, where I hoped to find a ride out west. I was able to spring fo...