Posted on February 28, 2009, 3:32 pm, by Floyd, under
Gay Stories.
More cross-dressing fun with buddy & wife.
After two wild and raunchy nights at the local ABS with my fuck-buddy Eric, I still had one night left while my wife was out of town. Eric and I were both pretty whipped (and sore) after the previous two nights play, but opportunities like this only come up so often. We had gotten in late from last nights adventure and crashed in my bed without even showering first.
I awoke in morning to the sound of the phone ringing next to the bed. It was my wife Toni checking in and letting me know that she would be home early tomorrow morning. As I talked to her, I looked over at Eric, only to find him lying in bed next to me, sniffing the cum-soaked lacey panties that we had both worn to the adult theater for the last two nights.
Posted on February 28, 2009, 2:57 pm, by Ricardo, under
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Posted on February 28, 2009, 1:53 pm, by Harry, under
Gay Stories.
Politician seeks his pleasures, but does $$ keep it silent?
*Author’s Note:*” This is purely fiction and doesn’t represent any political person in real life. It is not a story to pick on any certain state or political party. It is simply me writing a story and nothing more. If you’d like to comment please feel free. Yes, the subject is taboo, I know this, but again, it is just a story. Please understand that only comments given with respect are kept in my public comment section here on lit. Thanks again and enjoy part one of this new series ~ Red. ”
Brad Scholastic wiped his wet, limp cock across the come-covered ass of the man he’d just fucked. His eyes, still glazed with lust, took in the scene before him; he smirked. The young man was tied to the bed. His fingers still clenched into tight fists. Brad climbed off the bed and moved to the door. He pressed the intercom button. “I’m done here,” he said, and then moved back to the young man. He sat down and removed the cuffs that had kept his lover secured. “It’s been fun,” he told him.
Posted on February 27, 2009, 1:51 pm, by Armando, under
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Posted on February 27, 2009, 1:49 pm, by Bob, under
Gay Stories.
Sean rather liked his pessimism, until he met Bryan.
As a psychology major, it never ceases to surprise me how deep human loathing can go. Often times the most screwed up ones are ourselves. For every ten people that you meet, eight hate everyone, six hate themselves, but blame everyone else, three loathe themselves with depths unfathomable, and one or two out of those ten will never let you know just how disturbed they really are. Actors are not just on the big screen in Hollywood, they are your next door neighbor, your roommate, your best friend, your sibling. Everyone wears a mask. And because the world revolves around you without you ever intending it to, you will never look as closely at them as you should. They don’t want you to, really, they would rather hide what they see as a weakness in the darkness of their souls, too proud to ask for help; dying inside without really knowing why.
Posted on February 26, 2009, 4:06 pm, by Pedro, under
Gay Stories.
His lover heals the pain of childhood abuse.
“Warning: I write love stories with graphic sex. The lovers may be of the same gender. So if love offends you, you’d best move on. MJL”
My first memory is of my father yelling, “Get out of my way you worthless piece of shit!” and backhanding me so hard I bounced off of the refrigerator door. I was three years old at the time. That’s actually better than my second memory which is when my mother heard this and came running to deflect his attention away from me and ended up with a split lip and multiple bruises for her trouble. Unfortunately this was the first of many such events. The story of my early life is pretty depressing, but I hope you’ll stick around for the happy ending. I can’t tell you how glad I am that I did!
Posted on February 26, 2009, 2:00 pm, by Floyd, under
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Posted on February 25, 2009, 3:34 pm, by Wesley, under
Gay Stories.
Seduction tale of a strange call guy assignment.
“Man, don’t you ever give up?” Dave asked in exasperation, removing Zane’s hand from his basket and rising from the sofa and moving over to a stool by the bar.
“No, Dave, I never give up. Not when there’s something I want like I want you.”
“I should have known when you brought me up here and offered me all of that fine liquor. You just wanted to get me drunk and have your way with me, didn’t you?”
“Yes, that was the general idea,” Zane said dryly, a smile of perseverance on his lips. “What’s the problem? You don’t find me attractive?”