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...
Written by: Bi.A.Piggy Reposted from other sites Standard Rules and licensing applies. This story comes from the depths of my mind. I am not a professional writer just someone who like to put the dirty ideas in his head online for others to enjoy. I don't care if you don't like my style. If you don't like what you're reading, close the window and read so...
Readers, please note this story has a lot of derogatory speech. Please don't think that I am homophobic in anyway shape or form. I am in fact a bottom/Vers bi guy and this kind of talk is a major turn on for me. Hope you enjoy part 2. ***** As I walked back into the bathroom I could hear the grunts and moans filling the air. I could still feel the cum drip...
Charles had moved into the spacious two story house two months ago. He was still getting settled. He hadn't had a chance to meet his neighbors, or satisfy his urges with anything other than his hand. He knew he could open up an app and scroll through the headless torsos, the flakes, the picture stealers and ghosters in hopes of finding someone to ride his di...
My downfall is almost complete but I get ahead of myself. I had just graduated from high school and would start college in September. I worked at a summer job at a printing company. The other guys were all older, mostly late twenties and thirties. Bill took me under his wing and showed me the ropes. A few days later he invited me over to his place. We had a...
This is one of a series of stories that revolve around the hand-rolled cigar and the men who use them, smoke them and make them, and it was inspired by the following paragraph- During the same period, cigar smoking had become so popular among gentlemen in Britain and France that European trains introduced smoking cars to accommodate them, and hotels and clu...
My buddy Rick had been living up north for several years and had decided to move back to the town where we both grew up. I myself had moved back years earlier and had bought a good-sized house. He had asked me if he could move in with me until he got settled. I was hesitant at first since we really hadn't had much contact until I found him again on social me...
I must have drifted off... I woke up with a start as I felt a swat across my ass. I am not sure how much time had passed. 20 minutes? 2 hours? Who knows. Dom Tom had come back into the bedroom though, and wanted me awake. And apparently had rolled me over onto my stomach. My hands and legs were untied. I must have been sleeping deep. "Who gave you permissio...
I had three more scenes with Derek while Morgan watched us. The first two were very hot. He fucked me a lot the second time. He did me on my knees with my ass sticking up and my pussy hole open wide. While he did me that way Morgan was under us sucking my cock and squeezing my balls. Then he fucked me on my back with my legs back over my shoulders so that my...
WARNING: I tend to use the "n-word" in my stories quite a bit. If you cannot handle reading that word, then this story isn't for you! Remember that this is a work of fiction and should not be taken seriously by anyone. =================== All the old white men gathered around the table and started talking to Javon and each other. With my ass being stretche...