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The Frat, the Cop, and the Sex

by gaymancloz on Apr 3, 2019
Gay Male

My name is Andrew. I was just accepted into one of the best colleges in Virginia. I had wanted to go to Virginia Tech all my life and now that I was in I had my eyes set on joining a fraternity. I chose Alpha Gamma Chi. It was a really hard frat to be initiated by. I approached the Frat open house party as a young and somewhat naïve 18-year old freshman. I...

Biker Boy

by Corjix on May 12, 2020
Gay Male

"Hop on!" Tank is holding out his hand to me. I've had a secret crush on my friend since we met. His beauty goes deeper than the physical reason we all call him 'Tank'. I get tongue-tied when he's in the room, let alone this close to me. "I've never..." He smiles and flicks back his hair. "Just hop on. You'll love it! My bike is my freedom." I reach for hi...

Diary of a Cock Sucker Ch. 10

by Bicyclist on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

It is a beautiful Tuesday morning and I am in the last ten miles of a training ride. This started seventy miles ago when I left my apartment to meet my teammates at the coffee shop parking lot. A hard training effort followed by coffee at the shop and then, I thought, an easy ride home. But the effects of the second cup of coffee are upon me and as I ride al...

Caucasian Crap

by zackjack on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

With a nudge and a yawn-smothering smirk Jeremy pokes me in the ribs and falsetto whimpers at me, "wake uuup..." as I ironically continue to drive and he awakens from traveler's daze. Always his way-- deflect the obvious by that distracting charm. Even after 18 years I was not immune to it. The fact of which he remains well aware. Approaching the Animus Ri...

Is Capricious the Word?

by KeithD on Oct 31, 2018
Gay Male

Sandra had been doing a crossword puzzle as we waited for the visiting author from New Zealand to arrive at our Chelsea apartment. "You're the prose man. What's a word for 'inconstant'?" she asked, stretching her long legs, in the turquoise pedal pushers, down the length of the white sofa. The tunic she wore over them, showing her cleavage almost all the wa...

High Country Ch. 01

by zackjack on Aug 30, 2017
Gay Male

With a nudge and a yawn-smothering smirk Jeremy pokes me in the ribs and falsetto whimpers at me, "wake uuup..." as I ironically continue to drive and he awakens from traveler's daze. Always his way- deflect the obvious by that distracting charm. Even after 18 years I was not immune to it. The fact of which he remains well aware. Approaching the Animus Riv...

Pizza Boy Gets Busted

by pizzaboyatdoor on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

8====>~ Even though most of our business was the campus and the surrounding neighborhoods, our delivery territory also included the rather rural edge of town where there was a wide mix of homes. Everything from old trailers on overgrown lots to large houses in the middle of 4 or 5 acre manicured mini estates could be found on the couple dozen roads and lane...

Technical Difficulties Episode 07

by LucyH on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

While Trisha poked around in the detritus on the lake shore, Ryan lay on their picnic blanket with his eyes closed and listened to the lapping waves and seagulls. He and Trisha had the beach almost all to themselves that afternoon in October. It was the first time since his father's visit that he'd felt really peaceful, and Ryan wanted to soak up as much of...

My Adonis

by mdp_2004 on Sep 1, 2017
Gay Male

His cock and my submission to him are the basis of my fantasies these days. I dream of scenario after scenario in which I earn the privilege of sucking him off to completion. His pleasure is my reward. His cum is my food. His cock is my salvation. His ideas stimulate my lust and his authority frees me to pleasure him. This is our cycle of power. I first saw...

Servicing My Master Cylinder

by Cumfusion on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

This was going to be the messy part of the day. Yea and the middle of the day in Africa is a crazy time to do roadside repairs unless you have to, which I didn't! Well not exactly because in the last month I had mastered the art of changing gear with no clutch. Anyway there I was going into the spares shop at the nearest Peugeot agents which were 150 miles...