Gay Bred Stories

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Spare The Rod

by danielblue on Sep 15, 2017
Gay Male

At eighteen I was the oldest boy in my boarding school. I suppose I was expected to set an example to the other boys which is why all the teachers were disappointed when I was found to be blind drunk one weekend. There were only two weeks to go until I left school for good; my exams were over and I hadn't a care in the world. However Mr. Bevan, my house mas...

King University's New Slut Ch. 06

by BlaqJm18 on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

I sat up on my bed and reached down between my legs and felt my hole. I couldn't see it, but I definitely felt the cum that was leaking from it. I wanted to see it so I unhooked a mirror on my wall and laid it on my bed, then squatted over it. When I did that my hole opened up and the rest of his cum spilled out of me. It was the craziest thing I ever seen....

Jungle Fever Ch. 5

by ozeboi69 on Aug 31, 2017
Gay Male

Chapter 5: The Lion Sleeps Tonight Two on one. The final battle had begun. I landed on the far side of the fallen tree stump to a sight that made my hopes surge. Winded from the surprise attack, The Stranger lay sprawled in the dirt, Boi straddling him, powerful hands gripped tightly around The Stranger's throat. It was the first move, only seconds foll...

Bathhouse Adventure

by August74 on Jun 8, 2020
Gay Male

My name is Bill Hawley. I thought I was a happily married man of 10 years! And yet I had these urges to suck cock and get fucked by a hot stud, black or white. At this point you may be asking why. A little background information is in order. My wife Marie periodically goes on business trips and is gone for up to a week at a time. A man can get very bored an...

Story of a Girlie Boy Ch. 02

by August74 on Oct 6, 2020
Gay Male

I was now fitting into my new life as Tyrone's whore. It's been two months since I began my transition from a functioning and boring man into a sexy girlie boy. My pimp, Tyrone, is my master. He is my everything. He has taught me so many ways to service real men and now I feel confident of my skills. I have done it all. Fucking, and sucking is just the begin...

Shattered Values Ch. 03

by Sungmehetu on Sep 15, 2017
Gay Male

Jenny was cold. The girls were cold. The cage was too small, the water had scum on it. The "food" was as tasteless as it was filling. It reminded her of rice. Overcooked rice. Steph and Jilly preferred her tits, and Jenny was fine with that. Her B cup breasts had become large C's, painfully full of milk two hours after feeding both girls. She ran over the...

Desert Lover Takes Me--And My Wife

by Coxswain on Aug 31, 2017
Gay Male

Special Forces Captain learns love in prison; so does wife They say it just take one fuck-up to ruin a perfect score, and I kept hearing that in the back of my mind as I ran over the sand dunes, damning myself for getting separated from my team! Bullets hitting around me, spitting up little yellow geysers of sand, and behind me the chunk-a sound of AK-47s l...

I Go Down for Angelina

by Coxswain on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

Anything to save her from him Life was good. As police chief of the sweetest little town in the country--we used to say Quiquonia had so many "Qu's" in its spelling because it was the quietest little town in the state--I was in charge of a real-world Mayberry. I was the Andy Griffith--Chief of the Quiquonia PD. The only crime in town was the occasional par...

The Hung Black Guy at the Sex Ch. 00

by parker3522 on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

The chapters can be read independently, but you may want to read them in order. * I left James apartment with his words ringing in my head, "Be back here Saturday at 4:00pm." Neither my wife or I usually worked on Saturday and I had no idea of what kind of excuse I could use that would let me get away for a few hours Saturday afternoon. I headed home to...

Give and Take: Prologue 01: Dreams

by amu23m1 on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

ONE. The pounding in my head marching on with a steady beat. TWO. The beating of my heart in my ears. THREE. The rhythmic clanking of the weight machine as I work through my daily routine. FOUR. The almost audible strain in my muscles as the weight goes up and down. FIVE. The final gunshot that doesn't stop ringing in my head... REPEAT. At 24, I was one of...