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Runner's Story

by booshakey on Aug 17, 2017
Gay Male

**This is more of a fetish story from my view point. Although, I would understand why readers would decide it should be in the gay male category. We're all entitled to our thoughts. This is a first for me so I appreciate the feedback** * I'm a runner, mostly to keep in shape though not to actually compete. I live in the suburbs, but close enough to the ci...

Runner's Story Pt. 04

by booshakey on Aug 17, 2017
Gay Male

That earned me another slap beside the head, I could feel my ear burning and turning red. "Damn boy, I told you it's Master Leon." he says, "I know you're in a hurry to suck my nigga dick and show Master Leon what a great cocksucker you are, but I think you need to get more into your role." Role? God, I hope this wasn't being filmed. Leon went over to th...

Runner's Story Pt. 03

by booshakey on Aug 17, 2017
Gay Male

I woke up the next day and headed on to work. The image of Black Daaa, I mean, Terrence's dick sliding in and out of my mouth still haunted my memory. More disturbing was the fact I was getting an erection from it. I mean, I wasn't gay, not that Terrence cared, but after the past two visits I was definitely questioning it. Worked dragged on mainly because I...

Runner's Story Pt. 02

by booshakey on Aug 17, 2017
Gay Male

I entered my apartment and quickly got undressed and hopped in the shower. I needed to wash this away and get the image of my mouth gagging on Terrence's black dick out of my head. Impossible task by the way. He definitely had a way about him that made me seemingly want to please him. Most likely it was the scare of getting my ass kicked by the thugs on the...

The Runner

by HerLittlePiggy on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

Mark glided down the sidewalk towards my house as I hoisted the final bag of mulch onto my shoulder. He had long strides, a fluid gait and a brisk pace. His chiseled bronze chest and washboard glistened with a lather of sweat. "Hey how are ya doing?" I asked with a nod. "Good, you?" He replied with a bright, million watt smile. He slowed his pace. "I need...

The Runner and I

by Turbidus on Jul 11, 2018
Gay Male

Thanks to LarryInSeattle for editing. Unfortunately, even he can't keep me from accidentally posting with the language set as Spanish. Oops. I wish I could write in Spanish. Enjoy. ============= My dick is three-quarters hard before the window is halfway down. Lucky for me, or maybe not so lucky for me, there's no one behind me. I take my foot off the ga...

Of the Track Runner and Me

by endthedream on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

Our love knits us together. We had been changelings up until now. The winter moon shines in our cabin window. We lie on our bed. We are hard, naked, holding together. Hand to hand. Flesh to flesh. The cabin fire glows. Salvation is here. We yearn for each other. Our songs singly have become our songs as one. We are names mixed in brightly colored paints. Mu...

High on Runners

by Turbidus on Dec 17, 2017
Gay Male

I once fantasized about sucking off a cross-country team. That morphed into this story set in a dystopian future. Thanks, as always, to LarryInSeattle. =========== The problem with choosing the full marathon is the wait, Chd thought to himself. Worse, if you want a good spot along the bar, you had to get there early. He was ready and waiting a good twe...

Not Blake Runner 2069

by justinjreams on Apr 3, 2019
Gay Male

I started working for Annie and Zac after they approached me to star in their studio's first parody which was called Blake Runner. The success of Blake Runner of course led to a sequel and the first production meeting we had was a casting call. This is pretty normal since we are heavy on performance and minimal on acting; though, we are getting there. Annie...

Friends and Runners

by Ken Nitsua on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

K. Nitsua. Copyright 2010 by the author. Once more this is a story that takes as its starting point a true reminiscence found on the Net, and borrows situations and occasional turns of phrase from its source. I therefore must acknowledge and thank the original, anonymous author. Ken Greg Combs recognized his old college roommate the second he walked into t...