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Failing Upward Ch. 07

by el_wing on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

His hand jerked, the back of it resting on his brow. I imagined from that shadow of a frown, last night's over indulgence haunted him a bit. But as I lay in bed watching, his tawny eye lashes fluttering as he slept, nothing I could recall was as beautiful. I loved the way his nose twitched as he slept, and I hoped he was dreaming of me. He moaned in his sl...

Sweet Brother

by Sublissimal on Jan 23, 2019
Gay Male

Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Sweet Brother: the story of Mac and Nash Wolfe. ___ Mac walks over to the studio door and pulls the shade. He turns off the outer sign and locks the door. As his key turns in the deadbolt he takes a stern look over his shoulder and says, "Pretty boy, slide your ass across that c...

Becoming a Cocksucker: A Journey

by silkstockingslover on Sep 25, 2017
Gay Male

Becoming a Cocksucker: A Journey Summary: Man's journey from straight & married to loving cock sucking Note 1: Although unorthodox, this is a 2017 Valentine's Day Contest. No it's not a love story between a man and a woman, a woman and a woman or even a man and a man... it's a love story of a man and the discovery of his love for cock. No hearts and fl...

Prison Time Ch. 02

by sexyjcanplay on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

Sorry no sex scene's. This is Part 2 to Prison Time. I hope you enjoy. Hayden had only been gone a couple of days before I talked myself into believing he had moved on with someone else. I knew I couldn't take Hayden home to my mother. She would freak out, so would the rest of my family. "Mail call!" The CO announced over the speaker. I watched as ever...

Under The Table

by TheNakedGinger on Dec 12, 2018
Gay Male

I sat down at the conference table opposite this new client and tried not to focus on my nerves. This was my first solo contract at the law firm I've been working at for a few years now and I needed it to go well. If it did, it meant a salary bump and one step closer to making partner. "You're late." The older man said gruffly. I wasn't. I was actually 1...

Gay Under The Table

by merichane on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

I still remember the first time I replied to a gay personals ad online. I was only 18, in the first month of university in a new city away from everyone I had ever known. Hung looking for younger gay 37yo bwm, masculine, drug and disease free Looking for someone who likes kissing, sucking, maybe fucking. I sent him my stats and a face shot taking at an...

Slap of Realization

by sr71plt on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

I looked over at the table under the window of my studio apartment in Spinnaker Bay looking out over Baltimore's inner harbor, and last night's fight came back to me. The potted rose bush I'd gotten for him today to take to my mother on our trip to Dover, Delaware, was still there. He hadn't touched it. He'd told me that he might open the window and toss it...

Separate Tables

by KeithD on Jun 5, 2019
Gay Male

I stood behind the boot of the Bentley in the front auto court of the Rivenhall country inn, perched high on the cliff over a horseshoe cove on the sea north of Scarborough, while Felix, the chauffeur, helped Forest DeWitt into the lobby of the inn. When Felix came back, he opened the boot of the car and started handing out the luggage. A valet was there to...

The Table That Turns Pt. 09

by Usualsuspectksa on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

After making a stop at Matthews to walk the dog, I am on my way home to my couch. I arrive to find a mysterious car parked in the driveway. When I enter, I see that my wife is home and the bedroom door is closed. I knock on it and recover no answer, but I can hear the sounds of shuffling going on inside. I want to enter, but my fear is that Matthew might be...

A Rainy Day Lunch

by rkm7162 on Aug 30, 2017
Gay Male

Sitting at the table, watching the rain outside, her fingers absently tracing the low "v" neck in the purple satin blouse she was wearing. It was a habit that she never realized she had until recently. The soft feel of the satin, against her warm skin, her nails trailing lightly beside it into the beginnings of her ample cleavage. She was debating on going b...