I was out exploring the woods on my bike. A push bike is a great way to do it, cover a lot of ground. I was cycling slowly, near a path that led to a dogging spot and I saw a guy, looking a bit aimless. He was a slim, older guy, 50's, short hair, wearing cheap, hiking clothes. He looked at me as I cycled into the clearing he was in. I looked back with a ques...
I loved the texture of his pants on my face. I loved the feel of his mysterious snake through his clothes and its movement on my face. But what thrilled me the most was the smell. I could smell his balls. I knew from jerking off what sweaty balls smelled like. I kissed and kissed his balls and his mammoth lump. I was now off the chair on my knees on the deck...
A few hours had passed since Mark fucked Jamie in the bathroom, and last-minute party preparations were underway. The house had a chaotic energy, brimming with movement as Jamie's family and the hired caterers, bartender, and entertainment rushed around to complete every detail before the first guests arrived in about 2 hours. Jamie had put on some athletic...
The four of us had been lying in bed naked for about an hour, just relaxing and enjoying our post orgasm highs. I heard a sudden gasp and sigh from Tim. I looked over and saw that Wayne had started licking Tim's cum filled asshole. I heard a chuckle behind me as I felt my own ass cheeks being spread. I moaned loudly as I felt Bruce's warm breath on my asshol...
* This is a fantasy of mine and involves some forced sex and is written in a looser style than you may be accustomed to. I only mention that for those who may not be interested in male - male action and were expecting the next great novel. Let's get started.. There's nothing worse than coming home and finding water in your basement from a clogged sewer d...
Malcolm sat on the subway car, angry about his life. He was in his late 50s and still worked a grill at a restaurant. He had to take orders from some stupid white kid every day. He hated being ordered around by white people. Malcolm's also gay. He's had very little luck with men lately, though, because he's fat and not that attractive. He's 5'10, 230lbs, an...
The hunger for male flesh rises in me again. And I've got no choice but to go satisfy my cravings. My name is Jack Lemieux. A young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I'm originally from the City of Cap-Haitien in Northern Haiti but I've been in Canada for six years now. I attend Algonquin College in the town of N...
All characters are 18+ Author's Note: I've been getting requests for paranormal stories so here's the first of many to come. I will be posting more short stories of all things considered paranormal or supernatural along with my ongoing series The Fallen. Any other requests or feedback would be great. I always read my emails so don't be shy. Thank you for re...
You may think that being 70 sucks - life is ebbing, sexual drive with it, and your cock sags and goes into retirement. So this is an uplifting story, literally. And all true. Prelude Knowing I found boys attractive as a kid in the 1950s was pretty scary - gay did not exist and faggot was some creepy guy, I did learn that it is a big mistake to tell the cut...
"Woohoo!" I rejoiced out loud once I was in my car with the door shut. I felt incredible. The exhilaration of an awesome job change and the promise of freedom for total sexual exploration by day coursed through me. I liked my new employer and his cock felt magnificent in my mouth and ass. "I am now officially a slut-in-training," I said out loud again, "and...