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Jake Ch. 01

by BigJim1212 on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

My name is Jacob, but all my friends call me Jake. I've always been a big guy. By the time I was a freshman in high school I was 6'8" tall. At that time, I found out it was easy for me to put on lots of muscle. I proceeded to work out and by the time I graduated I weighed 280 pounds of solid muscle. My size made me the star football player in high school and...

Thanking the Military

by TankBear on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

I was at a gas station taking a leak when a guy in fatigues walked in and started pissing beside me. I looked over trying to catch a peak as usual, plus a man in uniform always gets me horny. I asked him if he was based in North Carolina, and he said that he just recently got back from a recent tour. I thanked him for everything he does, and he smiled and th...

The Way You Say My Name Ch. 07

by wavyscribe on Sep 25, 2017
Gay Male

“What the hell is going on here?” Dillon’s voice cut through the stillness of the room, distracting Ash and giving Jamie the advantage he needed. Jamie raised his knee and planted it right where Ash least wanted to be hit. He clutched his nuts, and down he went. Dillon crossed the room in an instant and hauled Ash to his feet. He had his fist cocked and rea...

Uncle Rusty

by Camschuy on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

Todd never knew he even had an uncle until after his grandma dropped dead one Saturday afternoon while he was working at Home Depot. Homo Depot, his neighbor Kelly used to call it and when he said that Todd would blush crimson. It was the only job he could find after graduating high school last spring and although he lay awake some nights (alright most night...

The Garage: Forever Yours Ch. 06

by gizm4c on Aug 30, 2017
Gay Male

Thanks to those who chose to review and/or rate previous chapters. I really appreciate seeing what people think of my story, even when they're providing criticisms or suggestions on how to make it better. I hope the name mixing up is not an issue with this chapter, I've read and re-read it several times. Also, I will have probably 3, maybe 4 more chapters af...

Two Masters, Two Slaves

by boyganymede on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

Over the past year, my relationship with Steve had evolved into a Master/slave relationship. He had trained me to submit sexually whenever he wanted, wherever he wanted, however he wanted. During a typical evening at home together, I would be nude except for a collar, would open my mouth only when spoken to or to receive his cock, and would fetch his beers w...

Making It with a Coloured Guy Called Jason

by alexcarr on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

"Pete is a good guy, he told me about you, that you are really a great fuck!" "You make me sound like a prize bull or something," I replied, being so delighted that Pete's mate Jason came up to expectations. I had never been with a coloured guy before. When Pete asked if it was okay for him to recommend me to Jason, he having showed me a picture of him in...

New man and new tights

by MrSwift on Aug 7, 2019
Gay Male

I've always felt frustrated that, like most men, I can't, or haven't been able to, really explore the erotic possibilities of dress. One day I decided to change that so I bought online two pairs of black tights. One pair had what looked like a suspender belt round the waist, with four straps going down round my thighs to support the stockings; the other pair...

Pen Pals

by T@nman on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

I wrote erotic stories for a time as a hobby and diversion. During that time the comments, which had been received from people who had read the stories, were largely positive. There were some negative and rather abusive comments. They were primarily in response to homosexual activities, which took place in group sex or incestuous settings. I have some opinio...

Unworthy...No More!

by Corjix on May 16, 2018
Gay Male

The man in the suit bent down to ask me: "Is that okay with you?" He need not have bothered, for my fate was sealed and I knew it - at the age of seven I knew I was done for. Unworthy. My parents and I had been in his office for a while and they talked about my school experience...about my age...about my handwriting...about stuff. I sat on a small stool or...