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The Artifacts of Borhm

by Nickdawgthedawgydawg on Apr 1, 2017
Gay

You're just finishing a hard day in the fields, the elderly couple who've owned these farms for generations appreciatively pay you for a hard days work, and expect to see you back for another days work tomorrow. You make your way into town, passing by the same old archway that travelers have passed under for many years, but have not crossed the threshold bac...

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A Perfect Confluence

by eviltwin52 on Sep 21, 2020
Gay Male

Sometimes shit just happens. Maybe it happens for a reason, maybe it's just the perfect confluence of events. In my case I honestly believe it was just that, the latter. An unseen force guiding me through life, steering me to and through events which shaped my future and ultimately my life. This is the story of how I went from a normal, pussy chasing asshol...

A Mole in the House Ch. 06

by jayjayk on Sep 16, 2017
Gay Male

Adrenaline fueled me back to Raleigh. It was daunting to realize that everything I had worked for all my life was suddenly slipping through my fingers. It wasn't just the job I was afraid of losing. I loved my work and there wasn't a day that I regretted what I did. I was a proud American that loved serving my country. I think what was troubling me most was...

Defeated Jock Ch. 04

by maxpotter on Dec 16, 2019
Gay Male

Kam sat back and looked at Taylor, who was passed out in his own cum on the floor. Taylor had always been a dick. Taylor would rub it in when he beat someone at an athletic competition, solo or team. Even when the loser was a good sport and stuck out his hand Taylor would taunt them, rag them for losing, or just call his opponent a loser. It didn't stop ther...

Tim and Randy

by BiDad on Sep 15, 2017
Gay Male

It started out innocently enough. Tim and I had grown up neighbors. He and his family moved into our neighborhood when we were both six years of age. He lived two lots down from me. There was a vacant lot between our houses where a house once stood, but had been torn down. A developer was going to build a duplex in its place, but that was to be two or three...

Shattered Values Ch. 03

by Sungmehetu on Sep 15, 2017
Gay Male

Jenny was cold. The girls were cold. The cage was too small, the water had scum on it. The "food" was as tasteless as it was filling. It reminded her of rice. Overcooked rice. Steph and Jilly preferred her tits, and Jenny was fine with that. Her B cup breasts had become large C's, painfully full of milk two hours after feeding both girls. She ran over the...

My Sweet Bitch Ch. 06

by JasonClearwater on Aug 6, 2018
Gay Male

Author's note: I don't know where to put this, so please read this warning. Despite this technically fitting the categories of 'Group' as well as 'BDSM' (there is some femdom), this last episode reverts back to GM by its conclusion. It should go without saying that if you're not a fan of femdom, bi sex, BDSM, dominance and submission, or the concept of vo...

Bizarre Days Ch. 01: A Ridiculous Love Story

by jstarret78 on Nov 27, 2017
Gay Male

Bizarre days ch1 author: jstarret78 10/05/2015 Title: Hard days ch1 A Ridiculous Love Story Seduced and captured by a passionate love and need, at least for the moment. * Editor's Note: Although I enjoy writing about things quite abstract and fantastic. Most readers don't go for it. I am contemplating writing two threads, mild and wild. How to do that?...

The Trip

by Curiouslad28 on Oct 15, 2017
Gay Male

It was my first encounter with a man. I had just turned 19 and got out of high school. In my country most of the young men go to army and so did I. In the army I gained a bit of confidence and some muscle on my otherwise lean frame. After military service I wanted to go for an adventure and decided to go for an interrail trip through Europe. I had few frie...

Teachers Ch. 03

by baroquecock on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

Mr Stone, my history teacher, had kept me after class. It had been a boring class, even for him. The humidity left sweat on all us schoolboys' skin, soaking out into our shirts. The room's rickety old windows barely openable on the third floor. As my classmates filed out, I sat on the edge of the front desk, facing the large wooden desk Mr. Stone was now wip...