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Centaurus Ch. 01

by PrinceSkye on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

In a far away universe, the entire Centaurus System was controlled by King Daren. He was of the race of Centaurs and stood above all his peers and different races of the universe as a fair leader. Fair but strict. He was 9 foot 8; his body muscular and hard as a rock. Centaurs weren't physically half horsed, they were humanoid, and standing on two legs b...

Temporarily Dickless

by AssWhisperer on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

[Warning: This is a very sexually dark story. Fisting, watersports, medplay, implied body modification, chastity. My thanks to Kenji De Sade for his encouraging me to write this story after a series of conversations about chastity.] How had I come to be here? I wondered as I floated in orgasmic bliss. It had started with my impulsively writing a guy on...

Two Studs, Three Cocks

by libidinal on Aug 17, 2017
Gay Male

There I was stretched out naked on my bed, fisting the bone again. My boyfriend Andy had taken a job and moved to Rome so we decided that rather than keep something going we should just break up. We'd been together for a while and I wasn't in the mood yet to start seeing other men. But I'd been horny as hell. So, for now, I was again testing the proposition...

Death to Blonds Ch. 02

by sr71plt on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

Clint woke up—in his own bed—with the feeling of pressure in his head and across his chest. And then he realized he was awake because there was pressure down further too. His cock was being fisted and slowly worked. The pressure on his chest went away when he realized it was a chocolate-brown, brawny arm that was weighing him down. He pushed it off him with...

Liaisons Ch. 04: Years Later

by sr71plt on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

November, 1940, Country Estate of Roger Morris, York, England Lying on his back, legs bent and spread on the four-poster bed of newspaper mogul Roger Morris, Bryan Sinclair steeled himself to take the last, largest, of the graduated, tear-drop-shaped balls Morris was forcing into his ass. He'd had his eyes shut tight at the effort but opened them when the l...

Be a Good Boy Pt. 01

by Tsugaru3000 on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

I got a message. "Hello, Boy. How are you?" "Good, and how are you?" I replied. "Just looking around for a boy to use." "I'm pretty new to the scene, but I know some things that I like." He had me list out all of my interest. Being Tied Up. Restraints. Sling. Fisting. Poppers. A Collar around my neck. Being dominated. That's all he needed to know. "I...

Alan's Beach Party

by newpaulman on Aug 20, 2018
Gay Male

I lay on my back, naked as the day I was born and feeling like a teenager in the presence of the man who knelt above me. We were sweating profusely in spite of the air conditioner's efforts. It was midday on a Tuesday in August and I was on Alan's bed in the timeshare he owned on the Caribbean island called Saint Maarten. Alan was the most experienced guy I...

Me and My Boy Ch. 06

by willowview43 on Feb 12, 2019
Gay Male

Billy had hold of my hard cock up the leg of my shorts, slowly stroking it making it grow to its full size. "Are you still plugged?" I asked him. "Oh yeah and it's making my ass hungry for cock" he replied. I lifted up off the chair and Billy pulled my shorts down to my ankles. He started kissing and licking the head of my cock, running his tongue into the...

Slam It Up Mine!

by Versatile2008 on Sep 25, 2017
Gay Male

I was watching a hot, nasty porn tape, dick in hand, having a perfectly good solo time one Saturday night at my new place. I'd lived here just a month after answering an apartment-sharing ad Jimmy had placed. He had a nice, spacious two-bedroom spread in West Hollywood that he needed to share with someone, and the rent was good. I didn't feel like being stuc...

Just Ask Ch. 04

by haydentwaters on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

It's dark in Jackson's room, just a small lamp shining feebly on us in the late night. The clock on Jackson's desk reads 1:29am in glowing letters, bathing everything in a faint green wash. Outside, the wind batters against the window. Rain falls steadily, and occasionally a rumble of thunder peals across the sky. His room is on the fourth floor, so we can f...