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My Wife's Boss Ch. 05

by jaygreenx on Sep 25, 2017
Gay Male

All rights reserved - this story is a work of fiction and remains the property of the writer. "Oh please, I'm so ready. Drive into me all the way." Ann's voice was thin and hoarse, she was nearly begging to be impaled by that long shaft. Heinz held his cock in his fist and rubbed the huge head up and down her slit, his helmet becoming wet and shiny with her...

Roomies Pt. 04

by blatant_bi_guy on Mar 16, 2020
Gay Male

I pounded into Kate from behind. I couldn't fully enter her, every time I got inside to around my seven inch point, I'd hit her cervix and she'd twitch and pull away from me. She'd call me a name of some sort and start banging back onto me again. My hands gripped her wide hips hard, watching myself go in and out of her. I was doing my best to keep my shit t...

It Could Be Worse Ch. 07

by eviltwin52 on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

We've been in service to blacks for 6 months now. Mom, my wife Cindy, and I have completely devoted ourselves to the pleasures of the Superior African race and Leon. The club where Leon has us working is a nice dinner club on the waterfront in S.W. Washington, DC. We work as greeters and servers with a few other white couples and single white women. All of...

Spanish Beach Ch. 01

by glory_first on Sep 1, 2017
Gay Male

This story's events are fictional - the setting isn't. Will - Pedaling in what passed for early morning coolness near La Manga, Will didn't have any problem with kicked up dust on the gravel road leading to the beach. Unlike the evening before, riding to check out the beaches of the regional park. The trip had not only been challenging in terms of hills an...

Roommates Ch. 02

by HerLittlePiggy on Aug 30, 2017
Gay Male

Julie continued to cultivate the seeds of curiosity she had planted with me in the weeks that followed. I have heard of people who had an epiphany regarding their sexuality but my awakening was more of a slow realization that what I had been taught growing up was not exactly true, at least not for everyone. Henry and I started hanging out more in the we...

Becoming a Cuckold

by HerLittlePiggy on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

I watched my wife in the throes of passion with another man as I stood naked beside the hotel bed, flogging my hard cock. We weren't swingers. We had never even discussed it, outside of the occasional joke about me wanting to see her with another woman. Even that was always met with a disapproving look and the words, "Not gonna happen." At 42, Carrie was s...

Both Ways

by Robert_Furlong on Aug 31, 2017
Gay Male

Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong === At first I was convinced my ex-wife was in the bed with me. It was Sunday morning and I was in that half-dreaming half-dozing state I sometimes end up in when I've slept too long and I really should get up. I'd opened an eye to check the alarm clock a couple of times and, even though it wa...

Through Man a Mighty River Flows

by Araddion on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

Hair: black, long, straight as the trajectory of sinking moon on a hot summer night. Face: young, narrow eyes, stubbled, tanned by the sun of unwholesome lusts. Chest: narrow, hard, graven like pale stone. Jeans: faded, ripped, packed full where it matters. The smoke swirls and he looms in the door like a bone in the soup of desire. Behind him the night is...

Sex Encyclopedia

by KenJames on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

"Want to see something really cool?" Ralph asked. Ralph and I were sitting on the bench seat from an old pickup in the hayloft of the barn behind his parent's house. Suburban sprawl had invaded the old farm's land and the barn was a disused relic of the rural past. The hayloft was a nice private space where Ralph and I could hide out and talk about importa...

A Time Gone Bi

by HerLittlePiggy on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

I walked slowly up 42nd street toward Time Square. My eyes scanned the crowd, always alert, looking for the muggers and pick pockets that had become common place since the late sixties. The sound of a Marathon Checker Cab was followed by the familiar holler of the cabbie yelling at a drunk pedestrian as he stumbled off the curb and into the slow moving traff...