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Greek Love Pt. 01

by TheRuthlessTamer on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

Once upon a time I had an interesting experience with a few friends of mine, we were very close friends in those times and supposedly straight, however, that day we all surrendered to our carnal desires and revealed a new aspect of our friendship. Our story begun at my friend's house, in a small room at the top where we gathered with the gang to watch footb...

Greek Delight Ch. 02

by S_Queen on Sep 25, 2017
Gay Male

When I woke it was morning and I was erect. The sun was up, and I could tell it was hot. Looking over, I saw a slender, feminine body lying naked on its front, face away from me. The back curved into the most delicious ass, round and peachy. I reached out and touched the bottom, the soft skin like marble to my fingertips. I gently squeezed the firm buttocks...

Greek Delight

by S_Queen on Sep 25, 2017
Gay Male

This is a story about my first time fucking a guy and how, strangely, it didn't really seem that gay. Do you know what I'm talking about? I mean, I know heterosexual sex is when you fuck a woman, and homosexual sex is when you fuck a man. But there is that stage in the middle where woman and man might shift in the equation, yet the hetero / homo part doesn'...

The Greek Landlord

by Lukepreston on Aug 30, 2017
Gay Male

The place I had rented for two weeks was private in all respects. It was high up towards the top of an ancient village, surrounded by empty land and ruins and concealed by a walled courtyard. Just right for nude sunbathing and wandering around naked. I was taking a year out from college to explore some of the world and had gotten as far as this remote Greek...

The Greek Pimp Ch. 02

by sr71plt on Aug 31, 2017
Gay Male

Thomas felt Sir Alfred jerk and then roll off to the side onto his back and almost immediately go back to sleep, the deed assured by the sound of his snores. The schedule was promising to be the same today as it had been on the first day sailing out of Southampton toward Alexandria. It wasn't much different from the previous several days that Thomas had been...

The Greek Pimp Ch. 06

by sr71plt on Aug 30, 2017
Gay Male

The man put his arm around Rick's shoulder as they left the elevator on the fifteenth floor of the Mandalay Bay hotel casino in Las Vegas. When they'd met in the lobby of the hotel, the man hadn't even maintained eye contact with him other than to nod his head toward the bank of elevators, signaling that Rick was to get on an elevator with him. The john was...

The Greek Pimp Ch. 07

by sr71plt on Aug 30, 2017
Gay Male

"Bah, it's too acidic this morning." Cosmo pushed the plate of lasagna away from him and looked out over the rocks leading down to the Mediterranean at his Limassol, Cyprus, home. He rubbed his sternum, trying to rub out the dull pain there as he admired his yacht, the Apyko, at anchor in the cove. There were many memories connected with that boat. Through t...

The Greek Pimp Ch. 05

by sr71plt on Aug 30, 2017
Gay Male

The platinum blond was groaning and making whimpering noises. Cosmo was fucking him slowly, treating him like he was precious crystal, and marveling at the unknown why that the young man was bringing out his sensitivities in this way. The Greek pimp had been so anxious to get inside the young man, Devin, a singer in the Abias Club of the Mazagan Casino, in E...

The Greek Pimp Ch. 04

by sr71plt on Aug 31, 2017
Gay Male

Last thing. And always the chore Tyler hated the worst - getting his tux tie worked right. It wasn't helping that he was crouched over the galley counter in the Lucky Card's cramped main cabin or that his hands were trembling from the risk he was taking. He had to get himself into this monkey suit quietly because he didn't want to wake Axel, in the other cab...

The Greek Pimp Ch. 03

by sr71plt on Aug 31, 2017
Gay Male

Had he really drunk enough to be this woozy? His head was swimming, the sound of his ears being the rushing of water—real or imagined?—and he was having difficulty distinguishing teak walls from sienna brown curtains on the portholes and from separating his tremors from the slow bobbing of the yacht. Why, in this state of confusion, could he feel every lusci...