[[Hey there! Use game mode for the best experience on this story! Also, feel free to submit ideas for new games and transformations!]] "Would you like another one, Zach?" Marcus offered. Zach nods and slurs out something that sounds like a "yes," so Marcus starts mixing another mojito for the wasted twink at the end of the bar. Marcus kno...
Casey didn't usually remember his dreams but as he opened his eyes, his mind instantly replayed the scene. He was on his back, with his hands tied to his ankles. A tall figure stood above him, thrusting a massive cock deep into his ass. It hurt but he wanted it and when he tried to speak, he couldn't get the words out. When he finally opened his eyes, the...
Quarantine Queers Author's Note: This is not to make light or minimize the clusterfuck that's going on right now. It's just my creative way of coping. If you like it, please let me know in the comments sections, there will be at least two more. * According to New York, during the Coronavirus, you are your best sex partner. Which I guess requires a real l...
I was in my junior year of college at a large Midwestern university. Even though I had a steady girlfriend at the time and enjoyed off-the-charts sex two-to-three times a week, I increasingly found myself fantasizing about having sex with men. More specifically, how satisfying it would be to go down on another guy and swallow a huge load of cum, or get bent...
Chapter 13 – Indie Comes to Jesus "Shit." Whatever Efrain had to say is lost as he pushes past me, calling for Cory. He pauses at the door to shoot a terse "fucking asshole" over his shoulder. I can just barely make out a truck engine pulling away. I few moments later, the front door slams shut. There's a loud thump followed by a string of curses from E...
As a forty year old single father I had gotten used to a quiet life. Everyday went the same way, like clockwork. I woke up at 7 am, took my morning shower, got dressed, cooked breakfast, got my son ready for school, worked my 9-5 office job, cooked dinner and was in bed by 10 pm most nights. I absolutely never expected that I would be sitting up at 3am on a...
This story takes place during the Winter of 1970. *** I suppose I should have felt guilty given the things that were going through my mind as I looked at my young guest sitting next to me on the couch, staring at the pornographic magazine in open-mouthed wonder, but I didn't. Young Preston Phillips III was the young fellow who, along with his mother had l...
It was the second night of Pride in Orlando, and I was at the pool party that was happening at my hotel. The music was thumping so loud that I could feel the bass in my chest. All around me were some of the hottest men I've ever seen wearing next to nothing. I wasn't wearing anything but skimpy swim trunks I found online myself. Beach balls were flying throu...
NOTE: All characters in this story are fictional but above the age of 18. This story involves consensual sex between adult men with age gaps, verbal degradation and exhibitionism. This story features characters from my other story Daddy Swaps His Boy, however, it is set before that story and you do not need to read that to understand this. Enjoy. * I wat...
Todd was driving along aimlessly one Saturday afternoon on the outskirts of his small town. He was trying to decide whether he should head into the city, three hours away, or whether he should just go home and haul out his hog and jerk it dry. He had a hunger that just wouldn't quit. At twenty five he was constantly horny but had long ago reached the concl...