Gay Bulge Shorts Stories

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Evolution and Adoration

by Pelaam on Apr 3, 2019
Gay Male

Pelaam© January 2010 Pushing the weighted barbell up and down, Jaydon lost himself in the almost hypnotic rhythm of the repetitions. It was not particularly heavily weighted as he did not have a gym-buddy with him on this occasion. Pumping heavy weights without a companion was strictly prohibited. He could feel the air conditioning blowing cool air over his...

Run and Hide Pt. 02

by CC_Ryder on Sep 25, 2017
Gay Male

Ho. Ly. Shit. It was Paul's hot birthday fuck. In his brother's living room. On a Wednesday afternoon. Thoughts waged war for supremacy in Paul's head: Wasn't the home stager going to be a woman? Christ, his ass looks good in those pants. Don't, for the love of God, get an erection right now. Calm, be calm. Paul wondered if Ace even remembered him. Hell,...

Stand for Love Ch. 11

by vanalas on Oct 2, 2017
Gay Male

Hello and welcome to the eleventh chapter of this wonderful story. I really hope you'll have a good time reading this chapter and not only that, but find it interesting as well. Don't forget to drop your comments at the end of this story and rate it. Happy reading, enjoy... ***** Nicholas stood in his room, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. It was already even...

Maverick Cattle Company Ch. 05

by reddirtwriter on Sep 25, 2017
Gay Male

There are scenes of unprotected sex depicted in his story. In all cases it was between the two main characters, who are in a committed, monogamous relationship and were tested. If you aren't in the same kind of relationship, then you should always protect yourself and wear a condom. Darrin glanced at the blond young man he was helping with yet another ho...

Arabian Knights

by Pelaam on Sep 19, 2017
Gay Male

©Pelaam: February 2008. The Farris sailed cleanly through the azure ocean. A good wind was in her sails and the sky was a cloudless cerulean. From his vantage point on the ship, Afzal stood watching his baby brother. The younger man, as was his wont when not working, was reading. Afzal's smile became softer, reflecting the love he had for his younger siblin...

Master and Slave - The Road Trip

by Harry_Ballsack on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

Day 1: The sub sat in his room with butterflies in his stomach and his heart pounding in his chest. After over a year of chatting and trading emails with Master he was going to finally meet him. Two times in the past they had made plans to meet for a session when Master was going to be traveling in the area where Slave lived but situations came up that forc...

Home Health Care

by lill_street_writer on Sep 25, 2017
Gay Male

The blue screen of death was never quite so welcome as when Zach stared at his computer that Friday afternoon. It meant that his laptop proved itself, yet again, to be the biggest and most cursed piece of crap in the entire hospital. Since his arrival nearly two years before, his computer, and by extension, his computer skills had been a laughable subject in...

What Was I Thinking? Ch. 01

by Daedalus369 on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

I woke up early on Saturday morning, just before dawn. For a moment I wasn't quite sure where I was. All I knew was that I really needed to take a piss. When I stepped outside I saw that a few other tents had sprung up in the clearing. I had purposely chosen this spot for its relative seclusion. They must have wandered over from the main group sometime duri...

Deaf, Dumb & Blind

by amyredek on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

I first met Sergeant Bernard West, later called Bernie, and Corporal Tony Meredith when I joined the regiment as a Second Lieutenant. My name is Bryan Shorthose, and because of my surname, I was known in the cadet school as well as the officers mess, as Sox. I was also called by that name whilst I was at school, that being Harrow before I went on to the univ...

The Devil in Devlin

by cliffgirl08 on Sep 19, 2017
Gay Male

"James, please pick your jacket up off the floor and put it in your bedroom, that's a good boy." The quiet words, spoken as much to not provoke an argument as to convey a request, came from my foster father, Randy Simmons, as he took a few careful steps over my prone body lying in front of the television watching cartoons. I had arrived home from school two...