Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. *** A friend had gotten ahold of me about 'a fetish shoot' someone had requested. She asked if I wanted to be 1 of 4 older guys strapped down and gang-fucked by a group of Young Guys. I hadn't done anything wild in a while, and I hadn't had a good ass pounding in almost a year. I agreed...
I was an impressionable teenager and prone to fantasies I couldn't shake. And, like any teenager, I was raging with hormones. One such fantasy was Mr. Walker, who lived down the block from us. He was a former Marine in his thirties, who worked hard to keep himself in tip-top shape. He was a runner, and I'd frequently see him running around our neighborhood,...
I wasn't all that surprised to find that I was being taken back to Donatien's mansion in the suburbs. The Jamaican hustled me into the stone-vaulted chamber and over to the corner where I'd seen a young man hanging from a hook in the ceiling during my initiation ceremony. This time, I was the one who was hanging from the hook with the leather straps around m...
Thank you all for the feedback. I will be writing a lot more. As this is all true events I have a lot to say ;) Keep sending feedback I'd love to hear from you all. :) _______________________________ From Part 1: He deep throated my 7 inches like a porn star as he massaged my balls. I couldn't take much more and told Josh I was about to cum. He didn't tak...
"Jason. Remind me again why I'm doing this?" I asked my older brother as I got out of his car. "Jordan, quit bitching. I really like Patty and she needs someone to look after her brother." "So, I'm supposed to somehow entertain him while you go get laid?" "Exactly. Besides, she says he's a fag, so you maybe you can get laid, too," he chuckled. "Remind me...
This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially. **** Joshing with the Jock Johnny snorted as he sat at...
Hey, there. My name is Christopher Jean Marteaux. Friends call me C.J. for short. A tall, broad-shouldered and buff young Black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I attend Northeastern University on a student-athlete scholarship. I'm one of the best Soccer players in the NCAA Division One, if I'm not being too forward. Right...
I was looking at the various chat rooms, until I noticed him. Wow! His chest and arms were covered with tattoos. He had black hair and beard. His eyes were dark brown almost black. His screen name was Ben Glover. I knew that he was dangerous. I needed dangerous. So I chatted with him to see where he could take me. Ben Glover: Hey, dcello80. Me: Hi. U look...
Several years ago, immediately after college, I went to work on a North Sea oil rig as a macho right of passage, before settling into the real world. The life was mostly what it is portrayed to be: Hard work, long days, tough weather and larger than life, hairy-assed guys. There were no women on the rigs at that time; there are now, so I am told. Everything...
My eyes just about rolled up into my head when I came on duty and Leon handed me a ticket for a B-6 Cowboy Special. "I might have to take something to reload this fast unless they're all content with a mouth job, Leon," I said as I stripped and started to pour myself into the cowboy costume. "Naw, that's why I saved that ticket for you," Leon said with a s...