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Zack's Toys

by JimBob44 on Aug 17, 2017
Gay Male

*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. ***** Derek Boudreaux checked his mailbox. Three banks down, one of the numerous tenants that lived in the apartment complex likewise checked their mailbox. Derek had tried once to engage the neighbor in conversation. The neighbor had claimed not to spe...

Zack the Controller Ch. 01

by LuxDominus on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

Chapter 1: The College Years There he was, on the side of his bed, half way down a cock nearly as big as his own. Just another booty call, as it was supposed to be, and on a college thirsty Thursday. Zack was never a big fan of the alcohol induced madness that normally ran rampant on campus. Instead he liked to play it behind the scenes, setting up the hook...

Zack The Player

by Gaydaydreamer on Jan 28, 2020
Gay Male

It was time for my team to go and play in a sport competition on the other side of the country. We stayed in a hotel that was not too far from the arena at which we were going to play. Once at the hotel we were all divided into groups of two guys in each room. I was not very happy when I was told that I would share a room with Zack. Zack was without a doub...

Stick Shift: Fivespeed

by zackjack on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

Admonishing silence, Cal held his big hand over my mouth as his bent elbow kept my knee raised and trapped. Impaled on my man's 10 inch piece, flat on my back, both legs up and spread. Toes curled. His other hand sexily prodded my assring at the point of that big dick's entry. His favorite way of getting off, he had told me. Locking to my eyes, feeling his...

Stick Shift: Storge

by zackjack on Aug 30, 2017
Gay Male

Cal leaned over me, rippled chocolate stomach muscles sweaty on my lower back and buttglobes, ten-inch manmeat throbbing fixedly inside my cum-glistened bare ass. My arms extended straight down on to the bed, supporting us both as I kneeled before the greek god fucking me. His long dark thumb still wrapped around my dickroot as my piece pulsed out a final...

Stick Shift: Pancakes with Family

by zackjack on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

Lulled by the sonorous night sounds wafting through the open bay windows over the big bed, I lazed half in and half out of sleep. What a wonderful spot to exist in, I thought, knowing the dream I had been enjoying was actually a recent memory of the trip into the big city the previous weekend. Memories of which I would hope to carry a long time, what with th...

Stick Shift: Nocturnal Writhings

by zackjack on Aug 30, 2017
Gay Male

My pace matched the underground, ethno-brother beat set by the synthesized fusion music from the evening before. It was powerfully evocative even now, as it had been through the recent dark hours after first having experienced it. "Whyyyya'lookin'back, nig...I'ain'gon' kiss y'ass, ya' ge'me out ma'drawers...ya'think y'playin' fas, I migh'be fu-kin' youu,...

Stick Shift: Eagle's Nest

by zackjack on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

"So, you think that God is a civil engineer, Jake? Really?" "Not what I said, Sophie." Bemused, I tried again. "It was just the joke I was telling you-- I was saying the contractor told the engineers that." The magic gummy bear may have been a bad idea for this girl, I thought. The 10 mg THC infusion added to the sugary animal shapes up in Colorado must be...

Stick Shift: C.S.P.

by zackjack on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

I watched, rigid dick in hand, as the smaller man squatted in front of the handsome stud who hit the vape cig between his fingers in obvious expectancy of some good head. Both men's ebony skin aided their blending into the shadows which added to the mystique of my visual. The diminutive dicksucker knew his way around dicks in general and this 'cocksucker pa...

Stick Shift

by zackjack on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

Within seconds of hearing the latch lock into place on the plywood door, the mound jumbling the inside of the sweatpants nonchalantly positioned itself within eyesight of the 6-inch oblong cutout joining my stall to the next one. Darkly veined hands fingered the rope tie at the waist and with faked patience untied the loose knot, allowing them to drop silent...