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Neighbor

by SluttyBisexualGuy on Feb 25, 2019
Gay Male

I was a happily married 25-year-old guy living in a Monterey loft apartment with my wife of two years. Madison was a couple of years younger than I and we were enjoying all the pleasures that come with a young relationship. I worked in finance and she was just starting out at a local hospital while part-time bartending a couple of times a week to supplem...

Rough Riding to BARUF Ch. 01

by sr71plt on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

I had found him through a friend of a friend of a friend. He didn't look like much when we met in Starbucks to discuss particulars. In fact, he didn't look at all like what I wanted. "So, how did you settle on this?" he asked me. "It was a costume party," I answered. "I hadn't, you know, been much interested in or turned on by anything until then, and . ....

A Riding Reunion

by KeithD on Aug 21, 2018
Gay Male

Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** "When the Ecuadoran minister of tourism interviewed me, he said that no one ever gets attacked by a shark in the Galapagos Islands. He asked me if it couldn't have been a giant turtle. And I told him I knew a fuckin' turtle from a shark. He wasn't pleased with my attitude, but the...

Bare-Back Riding

by Ragamuffyn on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

Moments after ringing the bell of an ordinary looking house in the suburbs, a well built man opened the door into another world. He stood 6" taller than my 6' & was finely muscled, with dark brown eyes that looked kindly at me while we made our introductions. The grip of his hand sent a thrill of anticipation coursing through my slim body as I thought of the...

Bathhouse Heaven Ch. 24

by glory_first on Dec 9, 2017
Gay Male

Riding home in the deepening twilight, having spent considerably more time than intended inside the bathhouse, cock extremely sensitive, pressing against jeans while weaving through traffic. Though after years of experience, it is true that men are better cock suckers, they also have the potential disadvantage of whiskers. Not that one necessarily cares abou...

Glory Strokes

by glory_first on Aug 28, 2017
Gay Male

Riding to the original glory hole on a free but threateningly clouded Thursday mid-afternoon, my desires and hopes created a wave of anticipation. Desires starting while massaging the feet of my bi friend, who had come by to enjoy fresh strawberry jam on fresh bread, Thai soup, finishing with strawberry shortcake. She did turn down the offered gin and tonics...

Bathhouse Temptations Ch. 04

by glory_first on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

Riding home in the gorgeous afternoon fall sunlight, the smell of sex remained in my nose. This was the first time a man's intimate scent provided such a lovely reminder of going down on a willing partner. And the first time my ass felt so good, providing a new sensation of satisfied pleasure sitting on the bike. The last hour had been heavenly, finding a pa...

Rainy Night

by red_angel on Nov 5, 2018
Gay Male

I love riding my bike through the city. It's fun, cars are mostly polite and make way for you. You can ignore most of the signs if you like and not get into trouble. Mostly it's fun. Then there's the weather. It makes things decidedly less enjoyable. And that's where I found myself, soaked to the skin, at the stage of cycling apathy where pedaling was a mec...

From the Fields

by KeithD on Oct 6, 2020
Gay Male

Riding the backroads between Butterworth on the Malay peninsula, across the water from the island of Penang, and the plantation manor at Taman Binjai on Mountjoy, with Sebastian on the lead behind me, I glimpsed a disturbance off in a cinnamon tree field at the side of the pathway. An undulating furry pelt peeked out incongruously from between the cinnamon t...

Prison Hell Ch. 03

by spitzharder on Aug 31, 2017
Gay Male

My head was jammed between a powerful thigh and a the rhymically heaving muscles of a hard stomach. My lips were pressed to the dark, oily skin of his belly, any brief respite in his breathing was the only chance of gasping for breath myself. How was this ebony Adonis able trap me so? My own tanned body had been oiled a long time ago, sweat had added to to t...