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Chuck Ch. 02

by Apolo1 on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

Soon after Chuck left, I slipped into some sweatpants, a t-shirt, and seriously began to straighten my place up. I was on that good ol' proverbial Cloud 9 after my wonderful and unexpected night (and morning), and the butterflies in my stomach were giving me just the energy boost I needed. Within a few hours time, my living room was starting to come together...

Stick Shift

by zackjack on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

Within seconds of hearing the latch lock into place on the plywood door, the mound jumbling the inside of the sweatpants nonchalantly positioned itself within eyesight of the 6-inch oblong cutout joining my stall to the next one. Darkly veined hands fingered the rope tie at the waist and with faked patience untied the loose knot, allowing them to drop silent...

Promise

by bi golly on Sep 16, 2017
Gay Male

I'm in the kitchen, making breakfast when my lover comes in. I'm wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt. He's wearing boxers and a t-shirt. He embraces me, slides a hand under my shirt, runs his fingers over my flesh. We kiss. He gets a cup of coffee and I return to making breakfast. I wanted something nice without being extravagant. I'm making Eggs Benedict wit...

My Roommate Mark

by vulkansnsfw on Nov 8, 2017
Gay Male

The door opened and my roommate, Mark, walked into the room. I was on the couch wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt. "Hey man," he said, throwing his bag onto the chair by the door. "What's up?" "Not much, just watching some videos." "Nice." He kicked off his shoes and hopped over the couch landing next to me. "Lemme guess, lots of porn?" "What? No -I..." I...

Paying the Plumber Ch. 01

by stylapolo on Nov 27, 2018
Gay Male

Two days after my 18th birthday, I awoke to the sound of our doorbell. I quickly pulled on a pair of sweatpants and whatever shirt I could find on the ground, which was just a basic blue V-neck sweater. I made my way down the stairs, finding a note on the kitchen counter in my uncle's neat handwriting that stated, "plumber coming at 9:15" with a nice stack...

Blackmailed Ch. 02

by drmweaver705 on Feb 10, 2020
Gay Male

All participants are over 18. ***** I groaned as Drew pushed me over the back of my couch and yanked my sweatpants down. With my bare ass open to him, he unzipped and let out his wood. He gave it a couple of tugs as he spat on my asshole. He spread the saliva around my anus with the tip of his cock, letting it mix with his pre-cum. When he felt like I was...

Blissfully Hooked Ch. 05

by adjoaq on Sep 25, 2017
Gay Male

Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. Kyle Parker vs. Aaron Hunter Dedicated to cannd Revelation! ***** Aaron woke up to the delicious smell of coffee and instantly sat up. "Wow, wow, easy baby." He heard Kyle's chuckle before he turned to see him sitting on the edge of the bed, dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt, with a tray filled with breakfas...

Hooking the Hockey Player: Owen

by evolvingslowly on Sep 25, 2017
Gay Male

Howdy. I know this has been a long time coming. I hope that this is a fitting end to the story. I'm excited for this year. I hope to publish as often as possible. We all could use a little more love. So, with all the love, Artie * Long tan legs maneuvered carefully around the brush and loose rocks in the dim pre-sunrise haze. Jake had taken off his sweats,...

Father's Birthday Ch. 06

by kinky66698 on Sep 25, 2017
Gay Male

Jack closed the door to the room and headed up the stairs. When he entered the kitchen he paused and listened to where Jake could have gone. Hearing a thump upstairs he figured it out pretty quick. Sitting at the Kitchen table he waited for Jake to come back down. ~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~. Jake had just gotten home and went up to his room immediately....

The Grade Curve Ch. 02

by TheGradeCurve on Sep 16, 2017
Gay Male

The memory of my experience in Mr. Bassett's office was still in my mind during classes the following day. When I thought about Lane and the things that had happened, my mind wandered away from whatever my professor was talking about. A pencil was in my mouth. It tasted unreasonably salty. After class, I was sitting on a sofa in the school's lounge, clickin...