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My First Massage With A Man

by punk-fuck on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

My name is Robert and I am now married to Ania, who I have written true stories about, but this story is about my first gay experience. While I was living in the West Country I learnt massage as a second income to my small business that I was running. It only took few lessons to learn massage and as I am sure you realise it good fun. Touching ladies and havi...

Straight Punk

by Rayne Dropz on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

I'm a little straight punk. At least that's how I act. You know the type. The guy that has no friends, that thinks he's the shit and you've never seen him with a girlfriend? Yeah, that's me, except I'm in college now. Still no girlfriends but I have a bro. Cool guy. There we were walking home together just shooting the breeze. This van comes out of nowhere...

Lessons Taught

by Ky049 on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

I'm your typical punk scene guy. You can find me out with my boys or at shows slamming on the floor. This is about an experience after a show a few months ago. I was walking home from the bar, it was after midnight sometime. I was already done coming down off of some dope, and just wanted to get to my place and fall out. Walking down the main road, bad nei...

Wrong Side of the Bridge Ch. 01

by WillScarlett on Sep 19, 2017
Gay Male

Elijah I'd been going to hardcore punk shows since I started university three years ago. There were two totally different hardcore scenes in my city -- the river divided the bright shopping centres from the seedy industrial complexes and there was a distinct culture for each side of the bridge. The scene I was introduced to, had an emphasis on clean and m...

Shapeshifter Ch. 01

by metajinx on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

~~~ * ~~~ This story is purely fictional - no shapeshifters, punks, cars or flats were hurt in the process. If you don't like violence, please stop reading right here - there will be weapons, drugs, manhandling and rough sex. Not all of it, not in every part of the story, put you may get hung up once you start! Also, please excuse my English - It isn't my...

No More Evening Shifts

by sr71plt on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

There were four of them who entered the store close to closing time, all muscled punks decked out in black leather. I owned the small convenience store but found myself behind the counter this evening because my regular night clerk called in sick. The hunkiest of the four came up to the counter and puckered his lips and tossed me an air kiss. He asked me wh...

Straight Musician Turned Gay Whore

by GGandG on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

Something weird happened last night and I am very conflicted about it. I've been traveling across the country with my band and we've been crashing in people's houses along the way. They're small shows, we're barely breaking even financially and if we can keep that up it will be a huge success. Our fan base is growing so that's cool. Sadly there are not a lot...

Wrong Side of the Bridge Ch. 02

by WillScarlett on Sep 19, 2017
Gay Male

Damien I was already in love with Elijah by the time I saved him from a rapist thug, but I hadn't really admitted it to myself. I first noticed him when I was manning a merchandise stall at No Way Out -- the big venue hired for hardcore punk gigs where both straight-edgers and skins can come, kids from either side of the bridge and the two different scenes...

Gotta Keep Trying Ch. 05

by sr71plt on Sep 25, 2017
Gay Male

"I don't need no warrant to tell you to take off your shirt, Alfonse. And I don't really need for you to take off your shirt for both you and me to know that you have an all-color arm sleeve tattoo, do we?" The black pawnbroker stood there, behind the cash register in his junk-packed store and stared belligerently back at Phil. There was a touch of fear in...

Bio of a Bully Ch. 7 Pt. 2

by ozeboi69 on Sep 25, 2017
Gay Male

With additional editing and ideas by The Pecman The fat fuck was all over me, holding me to the bed and running his tongue up and down my torso, his stinking fuckin’ breath choking me every time he came near my face. I tried calling out, but he knew it was coming and slapped a hand over my mouth. “Now you listen good, punk,” he hissed in my ear. “You ma...