Please only read this story if you are 18+, 21 + in some areas. This is a true story about my brothers friend Cole and myself, this is not the only true story that we have shared look at my account for other stories. Cole is straight. The story is true, the names are fake though. In this story all parties are consenting adults. Please let me know what you think of this story and what you think...
Must be 18+ to read this story. 21+ in some areas. Everyone has consented to the activity in the story upon their own free will. This is a true story, only the names were changed as two guys in this story are "straight" I am the only gay on in this story. My name is Lachlan, my brother's friends name is Cole. So Cole and I have had many sexual experiences, since we started talking to each...
Only read this if you are 18+ years old. This is a true story involving my brother hot straight friend Cole. Everything is true except for the names. Cole is 22. I am 26. So, in my other story I gave Cole a BJ, that is not the only time that has happened it has happened many times since, and continues till this day. This story is the first time that Cole went to the extreme. Cole hit me...
My cousin Dale had always been a hothead. A recalcitrant and rebellious nineteen year old. His father bailed out on them when he and his sister Ashlee were only five and two respectively. The angst he grew up with made him a moody Me –Against- The-World person. Always in one trouble or the other but managed to avoid the full weight of the law. I am a year older than him but I never...
Oliver was this honcho macho kind of a guy. He hailed from Port Harcourt, Nigeria, while I hailed from the Middle Belt. He was also from a wealthy family and definitely entitled. Today he is tied and hobbled to the beautiful Helena with their three adorable daughters. When we were in our final year in university of Calabar, fate thrust us as room-mates. He was tall, handsome and really...
“Oh Lord, have you seen the new Coach?” “God, he’s got an ass to die for!” I sat quite far back in the risers while I watched a live soccer match for the first time. Matt had signed up as a coach for this girls’ team in Salinas. After considering moving to San Francisco so he could coach a gay rugby team, he in the end decided against it. Matt didn’t want to leave the kids he was teaching...
Bobby Ryan and his new sex slave ( this is a continuation of Bobby Ryan get captured same note as always) Bobby walks Joe into his bedroom what are you going to do to me call the coos Joe asked as he held Bobby captive for 10 hours and raped him twice No I am going to keep you as my slave you are mine now Bobby said as he pushed Joe on the bed and cut off Joe's cothes lube up...
I got married recently and my wife and I are carrrer driven so we planned to put starting a family on hold for now. My wife and I attended te same alma mata and we are each other’s alter ego.Except for the fact that I am bisexual. This is a secret I must take too my grave because it is a taboo here in Ghana for a sam- sex sexual relationship. And being from a respected family, I must...
My friend Innocent invited me to a new generation church somewhere at the Lagos Mainland. On that fateful Sunday, we sat in the front row. The service was splendid. The church was packed and the atmosphere was charged. From the beautiful choir’s paraphernalia to the seraphic rendition of heavenly hymns, I loved every bit of it. But the icing on the cake was when the thirty-something...
"COP SUCKER" This is a story of a young man and his encounter with a Uniform Motorcycle City Policeman. It contains domination and male-to-male sexual encounter. No intent of any particular person or persons should be intended. No one was injured in this story and all participants were willing. If you are offended by, man-to-man sexual contact or you are under legal age in you country or...
Aisha was the chord, Faisal was the binder. Three of us are bound in a dance of crazy ballet of lust and love....
My foray led to to Hameed, my Arabian dream. Finally I found my Arabian male version of Kim Kardashian....
I had a short term position at a local big box home improvement store. During my stint there, I was approached by a mature, pot bellied black guy wanting to add a shelf to his entertainment center. He looked to be in his 60's or 70's, not very tall but stocky built and clean shaven. He was completely confused on how to do it, so I instructed him on how I would do it and what tools and...
I knew Diego would be teaching until late, so I suggested taking him out to eat after. He preferred to eat in and said he would bring back some Chinese takeout to his place. “Hey you”, Diego said as he opened the door. He was again in his traditional outfit: a tanktop, shorts and a baseball cap. We kissed. “Did you have a good day?”, I asked. “Yup, it was fine! Come on in”, he...
Well, well, well I finally caught you. I finally caught you in the act and what you didn't know was my best friend was helping me. I suspected you who has tried to pass yourself as a Straight Man was a really a little fag sissy. Ya, that is what even those in the gay community call you. Now, you have 1 of 2 choices and that is to submit to your nature or I plaster the pics...
We turned right on Rugby Road, onto Alder Woods Drive. I looked in the backseat and saw Duke lying there, looking up at me with his big brown eyes. “How is he?” “He looks sad”, I replied to Kala, who was driving. We drove onto the grounds of Inova Fair Oaks Hospital in Fairfax. Kala and I got out of the car. “You go in”, she said, “I’ll walk around with Duke for a bit”. I walked to the...
Growing up it was just my dad, twin brother and myself our mother had passed away when we were young. My dads mother our grand mother moved in to help raise us until we were in our late teens and at that point she decided it was time for her to leave and live her life since we were old enough to take care of ourselves. My brother and I have always shared a room and being twins we were...
Singed in the shower at Posgo’s home about day he would do something to keep himself busy. He got excited about the event he would experience for. He wanted it to be remembering because it was most important for him to go through by the unexpected situation. He didn’t know what it was for by not enough important but didn’t mind to do it as he just was going there. Checked the mirror to groom...
I will never forget when I got sentenced to jail. In our state, if you get sentenced for a year or more you go to the state prison. Though I was convicted of a "misdemeanor." My name was Josh I was convicted of repeated street racing and the judge who was tired of me being brought before him he gave me the stiffest sentence possible. The sentence was for a 1 1/2...
I won an award as one of the five journalists for the year 2016. The award package included a three month course at the London School of Journalism. To say I was excited was an understatement. I being the adventurous twenty five years old, still single and loving it, this was a defining moment of my career. On a bright October evening, I boarded an Egyptian airline from Accra to...
Crown Prince Jonathan Page My twentienth birthday was three days ago. I came to visit with my mother. My mother cooked my brother and I a great meal in her tenth. My younger brother, Ehud was a farmer and about to marry his sweetheart, Rachel. He had just finished building his house next door to our Mom’s house. She had been widowed ten years ago,” she complained. “Peter, you are...
Eventually, the evening drew with the cold air breezing. After our evening meal, we all retired to our respective cells. Throughout the day I did not see Sule. About ten men were brought in that day and taken to solitary cell, where we called it The VIP. We were told that they were insurgents caught with explosives around the emir’s palace. Apparently they intended to bomb the paklace....
Sex anywhere is terrific. However, I do enjoy farm sex stories. One day I was browsing on a gay web site and read Benjamin’s profile and a couple of his stories. This is one of them. I have Ben’s permission to recite it here: “In the summer of 1966, I was attending college in Colorado. When my sophomore year was over, I took a job for the summer working on a farm. A mixed grain and cattle...
“Good morning Sailesh!”, my elderly neighbor said, waving to me as I walked to my car. “Good morning Mr Woodburn”, I replied. Mr Woodburn had greeted me with a genuine smile every time he saw me. He had lived alone for as long as I lived there, which was now about sixteen years. I feared turning into Mr Woodburn and living out my old age by myself. At the age of 40 I had given up on...
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