** Set shortly after nuclear war. Loosely based on Fallout, but liberties will be taken to avoid an outright fanfiction. Loosely based on Fallout Vault 68 with 1000 men and 1 woman** * It had been six weeks since the vault sealed. Six weeks since the world ended. It felt like forever already, but only six weeks. Optimists say it would be about six months...
The league table does not lie. Woodford Wanderers, Played 5, Won 0, Drawn 0, Lost 5, Goals scored 4, Goals conceded 15. The close defeat against The Cock Inn was followed by two 1-0 losses and then a 6-1 thumping at home by Heston United. I'd missed the last three games: first through my cousin's wedding in Scotland and then work commitments overshadowing my...
Five months I had been in this all male fallout shelter. Nukes destroyed the world outside and I barely escaped into the shelter in time. Given that it's only males down here, I made do with blow jobs from my roommate Richie. Well, at first it was making do. After a couple weeks, I started to really enjoy it. A couple weeks after that, a truth or dare game r...
I groggily wake in the dark to find someone spooning against me. At first I think it's my wife, but the skin feels so much hairier than any woman I've ever fucked, and underneath I feel lean hard muscles rather than her soft curves padded with feminine plumpness, and then you cuddle closer and your cock, semi-hard from the jolt of testosterone all men get in...
CHAPTER 1 - DALE MA' BOY (Gay TM/M Submission/Domination) All characters are 18+ Years Old. This story contains sex between a teenager and a middle aged married man. The teenager dominates the man. If you don't like this type of story leave right now, you've been warned. PS: I am not a native English speaker so grammar might not be perfect, but I hope yo...
Hello, there. My name is Steve Victor. I'm a young black man living in Boston. I attend Boston College and I major in engineering. One of these days, I aim to have my own company. You don't make much money, or get much glory, while working for other people. I'd love to see my name on the office door, or the company logo. That's why I'm busting my ass in coll...
Nine weeks I had been in this underground shelter. Nine weeks of no women. Not a single woman was in this shelter with us. I know there were other shelters, but hopefully they weren't all men too. Otherwise, we are the last generation of humanity. Three weeks ago, my roommate, Richie, and I had resorted to sucking each other's dicks. As much I didn't want t...
"I don't think you'll find it that easy. I think . . . oh, here they are." Randy broke off his sentence and went into a pose at the semicircular banquette seat in the dimly lit hotel bar. He'd drawn attention to the entrance of the bar, where three men were standing, about to enter. I knew one of them, of course—Angelo, my pimp. He was Randy's and my pimp t...
Ch.03: Robbie opens up to new experiences. The stroll back to the shop was the opposite of a walk of shame. Max led the way, walking backwards for most of the time, casually avoiding tripping and falling. This weird cloud of sexual awkwardness I expected never showed- instead we chatted like two new friends getting to know each other. He was incredibly att...
8===> Taking the plunge in more ways than one It was just as we had each started on the third slice of pizza that the direction of the conversation took a new turn. Greg and I had been joking around about all of the clandestine activity we had managed so far to keep from Trent and Ethan, but also talking somewhat seriously about how we wanted to spend more...