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Aquata Cove Ch. 99

by Feare909 on Oct 9, 2017
Gay Male

Chapter 99: Happy Halloween The water of the sea splashes on a rock as seagulls screech in the distance, flying overhead at the break of noon. On the small rock, a small otter breaks out of the surface, and climbs onto it, standing on his hind legs. He wears a gleaming brass collar scribed with kanji, along with a marble dangling from the base, besides his...

My Telija Ch. 01

by NightTempest on Aug 30, 2017
Gay Male

Hey Everyone! This story came to me one day and I couldn't help myself from writing it immediately. When a story starts to unravel like a full on movie out of thin air, it cannot be denied. LOL. So while I'm still working on other things *wink wink* I hope you enjoy this new piece...which is a romance/action/drama. THIS PART IS MY WARNING: see I made it in...

Stormbringer

by bigbibearwriter on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

Byron lay on the bed exhausted. He had just spent the better part of three hours getting his ass fucked by his older stepbrother. It had been a dream of his for years. Ever since they were younger and shared the same room, Byron had fantasized about him. He had watched secretly as Jared had changed. Byron enjoyed watching the older boy, watching as his thick...

If You Could Do It Again... Ch. 03-04

by dagan732 on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

This is the second part of If You Could Do It Again. Thanks for reading and please vote and comment!! I'd like to thanks Julri and Nomoretears for their help and technically savvy! * The alarm clock on his bedside table shrieked with it's insistent noise. Paul opened his eyes and saw the familiar surroundings of his bedroom. He was back in two thousand an...

Three Strikes

by Mrsgnomie on Aug 22, 2018
Gay Male

Oh. Hell. No. I had inconsistently spent the last two days looking through boxes in my garage, boxes in the back of my closet, old duffel bags, and every dark corner that I normally try to avoid. Somehow I just knew that damn box was sitting on its pretty little ass in the attic. Why the attic? Because that's where things go to be forgotten. That is, until m...

Game of Love Ch. 09

by vanalas on Aug 24, 2020
Gay Male

Game of Love Ch. 09 Comments, critiques and tips are welcome! *** Hello guys and welcome to the 9th chapter of this lovely series. I love you guys a lot and I thank you for the support and love you've shown me. Thank you so much for your comments and rates. It shows that you guys really love this story a lot. I appreciate that. Get hooked with me and let'...

Voodoo, Too

by medvetis on Aug 30, 2017
Gay Male

Hey everyone! Thanks to your wonderful comments, here's a continuation of Some Kind of Voodoo. I recommend you read that one first, so that you can fully appreciate our dear Doctor's little silver-haired problem. * "We call it a video camera," I explained, setting up the camera on a steady tripod, digging the feet into the forest floor. Makya frowned at t...

That Voodoo That You Do

by AnotherDay on Oct 6, 2020
Gay Male

"So... do you want to have some fun?" she asked me. Her name was Maria. She was a native from the Caribbean Island we were currently on. She was, quite simply, beautiful. Dark skin, jet black hair, intoxicating eyes, full lips, and a stunning figure. The man sitting next to her was Marco, her "friend." Marco was about 6' 6", but skinny, very dark skin, shave...

Some Kind of Voodoo

by medvetis on Aug 30, 2017
Gay Male

He was almost completely untouchable. Even in his tribe he was an anomaly, the rest of the friendly people tactile by normal standards, but to him they kept a respected distance, granting him the space the shaman deserved by some silent demand to keep all hands off of his smooth dark skin. I had been in the jungle for months now, watching him out of the corn...

Hurricanes Bring More Than Rain

by 60 Minute Man on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

The best thing about this story, is it's totally true. I was visiting New Orleans for a weekend in 1998, when a hurricane blew into town. Between the driving rain and the drinks from the bars, I was hopelessly turned around and to be quite honest, I was drunk. The kind of drunk that makes you forget you're walking in the rain, or for that matter, care that...