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Son of a...

by Edge23 on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

I was out in the garden pulling weeds when I heard the car pull up. I looked up from my work to see Reverend Sam Walker and his son Billy Ray get out of the car. They both waved at me and I waved back, dirt covering my hands. The Reverend helped my father set up the chairs for their weekly meeting circle. A dozen or so people from around the neighborhood wou...

Gardening

by starova on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

After bending over the garden pulling out weeds and tidying up for a few hours on Sunday afternoon, I was reaching for a rake and my back objected strongly. I stood up to my full height and bent either side and felt OK until I leant backwards, or at least attempted to. I went inside and sat down for a few minutes. I usually enjoy food health and was trying...

Eastern Delights

by IAmThePuppetMaster on Sep 16, 2017
Gay Male

Bodie was a farm boy from North Carolina with big, weed-pulling fists that could thump the biggest of enemies into the ground. He was a sweet boy with docile blue eyes and a mean temper. He had never gotten an A in his life, but that didn't matter to Bodie because he had no plans to go to college this year. After school he'd work on his family's farm until t...

Doni & Theo Reunite in the BeachHut

by JMlitero on Dec 17, 2017
Gay Male

Theo sat up too and watched as Doni lit the third pre-rolled joint - weed courtesy of Ted. He rested his head down on Doni's shoulder, watching as the waves crashed onto the sand, foamy and glimmering in the moonlight. His arms slivered around Doni's waist, the blankets shrouding them in warmth and protecting them from the winter wind blowing up the beach. T...

Bathhouse Heaven Ch. 49

by glory_first on Mar 2, 2020
Gay Male

Visits to the bathhouse follow a certain pattern at the beginning - a bowl of good weed before arriving, a beer drunk quickly after changing, then often a gap. A bit cool upstairs today was my basic reaction at first, and though some of the porn was OK, upstairs was basically empty, as customary. Entering the darkroom however, the sound of someone on the pl...

The Vape Shop Pt. 02

by Sk8erboi89 on Apr 21, 2020
Gay Male

I was sitting around one night, smoking some weed, and began to get extremely horny. I walked by a mirror in my house and looked at myself, and thought I was looking hot as hell. I had on a tight fitting shirt and tight, black sweatpants. I looked at my curvy, bubble butt in the mirror and began feeling myself up, imagining Mark's hands on me. My cock became...

A Favor for a Straight Friend

by BallZucker on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

It was a rainy day. I was hanging out with my friend at his place, playing some video games. We were smoking weed and the conversation we had was everywhere. He got onto the subject of how he hasn't hooked up with anybody in almost 2 years. The only reason for his dry spell seemed to be was because he would spend most of his time playing video games and smok...

420 Reasons to Fuck

by married_but_curious on Sep 25, 2017
Gay Male

My new friend, Jeff, finished packing his large rainbow colored bong with a fresh load of sticky, resiny weed. My head buzzing from the bong hits we'd already taken, I watched him light up and inhaled deeply, then hold the smoke in his lungs. In my stoned haze, I looked at his buff physique. Jeff was an inordinately good looking man, lithe muscles bulging in...

First Time Faggot

by discretefaggot on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

I was just your average freshman in college. I was trying to get pussy, beer, and smoke weed. I ended up getting fucked in my pussy. That's what master tells me to call it at least. I didn't think I was going to get fucked, just do the fucking. First let me tell you about myself, I'm eighteen, a freshmen in college, have a smoking hot girlfriend, I'm fairly...

Hippie Boys Get It On

by lipstick_poet on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

It was going to be his last night in Colorado for awhile. His head distant from the quantity of beer, weed, and tobacco he'd consumed that night, Jon looked at the aspens growing on the hill across the road from the cabin deck. The skinny trees looked like a choir of old men in the starlight. He wondered what they would sing, if they could. "You all right,...