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Welcome to the Freak Show Ch. 03

by dourdan on Apr 10, 2019
Gay Male

"We need a road trip," says Braydon, my neighbor at the trailer park. The blonde bearded man was in his late 20's, with at least five different baby mamas' in Wisconsin alone. "I mean if you're seriously going to marry this Keith guy." I sit on my porch drinking a Walmart brand sparkling water. "I kinda have to," I groan, patting my growing belly. At 12 wee...

Trailer Sex

by standingstones on Aug 30, 2017
Gay Male

I had been checking out the gay chat sites, when I met a guy named Ryan. He said he wanted companionship and was a half hour from where I live. He gave me his address and I drove over to his place. It ended up it was a trailer out in a rural part of the country. I pulled in and was met at the door by Ryan. Ryan turned out to be a sexy guy. He was tall and t...

Silver Heat Ch. 01

by robertreams on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

Lance had not left the house in three weeks. Even so, the freezer remained stocked to overflowing with those thrown-together concoctions that, in other parts of the country were called casseroles, but here were called "Minnesota hot dishes". There was one, he knew, that contained soggy tater tots. Well meaning friends had dropped by for the first three days,...

Collateral Ch. 18

by laurasfox on Sep 12, 2018
Gay Male

It was a tad disappointing to wake up alone, but at least, he knew that he was going to be wrapped around the man again tonight, and the certainty of that thought was making him feel something, between a chuckle and something ticklish, right in the middle of his chest. His phone chimed from the nightstand, and he smiled as he read the message. "Time to star...

Two Southern Gentlemen Ch. 17

by htausten on May 11, 2020
Gay Male

JESSE I tried my hardest not to get my hopes up before I came here tonight, I tried to expect absolutely nothing. So when Dusty goes so far beyond my wildest imagination, when he tells me what he wants exceeds my wildest, craziest dreams, tells me he wants to serve me completely, I feel like I've been handed the moon on a fucking plate. The idea of having f...

Nowhere Railcar Diner

by KeithD on Oct 26, 2020
Gay Male

Sue's 1962 red Impala convertible had a pillow in the backseat, which Eddie Perry found quite convenient to place under her lower back so she could comfortably recline in the back corner of the seat behind the driver's position. She was maneuvered so that she could spread and bend her legs to enable him, naked, to take most of his weight on his knees, betwee...

Alex and I Ch. 01

by dagan732 on Aug 30, 2017
Gay Male

I walked up to the trailer on the construction site eager to make a good impression on my first day. Moving to Florida from New York and leaving my family and friends behind hadn't been easy. Finding work there proved even more problematic but I luckily and literally stumbled into a man about to post an ad looking for help and begged for the job before he pu...

A Slut Shaming

by tightindian88 on Aug 30, 2017
Gay Male

It had been almost a full year since the gang bang at Frank's house. I could still taste their cocks in my mouth and when I was alone in the bathroom or bedroom, I could hear the sounds of their balls slapping my ass and their boisterous laughter as they all took turns fucking me. I did what I could to erase the memory but in spite of the trauma and emotion...

Journey to Mirage Ch. 12

by sr71plt on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

Easton kept Rick in his bed for nearly a week when he wasn't working him on menial and backbreaking tasks around the ranch to show whose slave he was. Then, having assessed Rick's worth in the "tail" marketplace and determined the range of what he could give satisfaction for, Easton unceremoniously took Rick off grunge duty and moved him to one of the cubicl...

First

by SemiStraight on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

This is a true story to the best of my recollection. Be gentle, this too is my first time at writing a story. Names have been changed to protect the innocent and guilty. ***** I had made it to 48 without a mid-life crisis event. No mistress, sports car, or job self-destruction. But there was a dawning realization that in all likelihood I was half done. The...