Tag: Gay

My Addiction [Non-Con/Reluctance] [MM]

I never thought it would happen to me. God that sounds so cliche but it’s the truth. I’m a pretty normal dude. 5’11” 175 lbs. I work out and stay in pretty good shape. I might not be confused for a model but I’ve never really had any trouble getting a date. I’ve got a good job, decent car. I’m married and my wife and I have been talking about having kids.

Life is good. Steady. Normal.

Or least it was. Before I met Jacob. Or maybe I should say before Jacob found me.

Jacob works out at my gym. He’s 6’2” maybe 230 lbs. I’ve seen him at the gym for years, we’ve made small talk between sets before. He has the body of a serious lifter without the over-defined muscles of a show piece. He’s given me tips on how to increase my max reps before. But those were all quick, 30 second conversations. Read more »

Twice the fun at the wedding

If you’ve followed my stories, you’ll be familiar with my relationship with Suzie. She’s my sister-in-law and we fuck regularly. She’s also embraced her inner slut since splitting from her ex, and she’s trying to be really wild for a while! Good for her.

This is a story she told me the other day. I listen with rapt attention, my cock getting harder with every word. Eventually I had to fuck her because I thought I’d explode if I didn’t. But that’s not the story for today. The story is her story, from last weekend.

Suzie went to her friend’s wedding. She was a bridesmaid and looked fantastic in her green dress. Any man on the prowl would have been lucky to get inside that dress.

But, the wedding was great. Everything went smoothly and the evening began. Not a single, eligible man around. All either coupled up, gay or ugly as sin. She was happy to be a slut, but she had standards. Read more »

Keeping it in the family[incest][fmm][gay][straight][cheating][brothers]

“Wow, that was the best dinner you’ve ever made mom. Seriously, you’ve outdone yourself!” Frank leaned back in his chair, full from the wonderful holiday meal.

The house was fully decorated, wreath and garlands, red bows and sparkling ornaments hanging from the walls. The holiday meal was almost complete, but desert needed to be finished. While their mom was in the kitchen putting the pies in the oven, Frank, Mike and Bailey sat around the dinner table, stacking the used plates and silverware for cleaning.

“So, pretty great way to finish off the holiday season, isn’t it?” Mike stated, patting his belly and looking back and forth between his wife and his brother. Frank looked at his sister-in-law, who sat beside him, with a sly grin.

“I can think of an even better finish.” Frank said in almost a whisper to her. Mike didn’t seem to notice, and he stood up to collect the plates and take them to the kitchen. Read more »

A bisexual girl walks into a leather bar…[MF] [F21][M56]

Sassy butch. Toppy lesbo. Bull dyke.

I went by all of them.

It was an crisp mid winter evening, which meant that my wardrobe choices would have to be more strategic. Cute, femme, and cold, or butch, enigmatic, and comfortable? The latter it would be.

The skimpy skirts and busty crop tops would stay in the closet, unlike the rest of me. Tonight, butch Sarah was coming out. Tight-fitting 501s , black combat boots, and a buttery, freshly-polished leather jacket would complete the look. But I had no intentions to sticking to my traditional Catholic-school-girl Friday night dinner of fresh fish: tonight I wanted a quality aged and peppered summer sausage.

If I wanted to make the leather daddies question their affinity for cock, I’d really have to do it up, and well. I put on the tightest sports bra I owned, which practically acted as a binder for my DD tits. The long hair was slicked back and pinned up, revealing an undercut which gave the illusion of a fade with a pompadour Read more »

College Cucking [MF], and Gay Experience[MM] and bisexual Threesome [MMF]. PT 3

I probed my feelings for a couple days. Thoughts swirled, I was both jealous and aroused beyond anything I’d ever felt. The sex between Marie and I had been on a level I’d not felt in years. But could I ever be ok with this arrangement? I didn’t have a good answer I waffled between cutting ties and with her and wanting to make this arrangement work. Eventually even I’d had enough of my moping and self loathing and decided that this was something I could live with. While she was at working the morning shift I decided to move my things back into our shared room as a surprise when she got home. I waited impatiently for her return occupying my time by searching porn sites for a new unexpectedly arousing genre, I found myself typing BBC and Cuckold into the search bar of several porn sites. I edged myself several times waiting for the end of her shift, careful not to go past the point of no return. Read more »

(F4M) Dulce’s Diary – “I can’t even feel your tiny dick!!” Sister has pity sex with virgin stepbrother ???(True Story) (Real Experience) (MF) (Latina) (Teen)

I spat on the end of his limp dick and I started to stroke my hands up and down his floppy shaft. It was so small and soft but as I moved my hand harder and faster, I could feel something happening. I quickly squatted over him, pulled my panties to the side and pushed him between my legs. It felt strange having someone from my family inside me, but it also felt nice. Just a soft little virgin cock pulsing gently between my silky bold pussy lips. “So this is what pity sex felt like.” I said quietly to myself.

I hadn’t been home for a few weeks since moving into the apartment with Brad and his roomies, but I had a weekend off working the club and decided it was time to visit. I wasn’t even sure if anyone would be there but as I walked up the driveway I saw a car parked outside the house. I didn’t recognise it, but as I stepped in the front door I saw my step brother, Steve, sat at the kitchen table. We’d been really close when we were younger, but I hadn’t seen him for years and I suddenly realised I’d almost forgotten he existed. He gave me a big hug and kiss.   Read more »

[gay] [M] [bondage] Let’s Wrestle~

Hi I’m writing a small gay sex story tell me what you think! Also I know nothing about wrestling, or dicks because I’m a lesbian lmao

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“Aye Danial it’s your turn to wrestle” my coach says in his deep voice, i look to see Kyle, with his blond hair and dark blue eyes- uh it doesn’t matter, I slowly walk up to the area, Kyle jumps in, and we grab each other shoulders, he gets in my face, he’s known for being gay, I’m not judging of corse

He quickly pins me to the mat our body’s close together , I didn’t even get a chance he’s so strong, “I win sweet cheeks~” he whispers in my ears “L Let’s go again I can beta you!” I say as confident as I could, he smirks and coach cuts in “actually you do need more practice, after school you to should definitely practice with a partner, right now others need the mat”

“Yes sir” and I scamper to the locker room to change, as I walk in Kyle walks in to, and grabs me by my shoulder “we could practice at my house” he says, using his other hand to hold my chin, I push him off me, I want to beat him, but…. is this safe? Of corse it is what am I thinking Read more »

Rumspringa: Part 1[F][FM]

Now Mary was not Amish, nor was she american. We were on the other side of the pond. In fact she probably never heard of the word before but unbeknownst to her I met her day 7 of her rumspringa.

Mary was an enigma. Thin and elegant, dressed nearly always in black and in high end professional attire. 30, 5ft 7”ish with pitch black hair and sallow skin. Small breasts and a firm and fit runners ass. People would describe her as “Lovely, Quiet, Nice and a lady”. You would never guess that she was 10 years older than myself. To the public world she was perceived as shy and reserved. Looks-wise she is nearly identical to Audrey tautou.

She had recently returned from living abroad to care for her mother after her father had passed suddenly. She was also engaged to a partner in that land but was living apart for a year while she helped her family transition. Her future was mapped, a nice and happy life awaited her. Read more »

The new girl… (Part 1) [MF] [SHOWER SEX]

PART 1

Blaine Anderson, a dreamy, curly-haired and hazel-eyed pretty boy, was a part of The Warblers, a choir group formed by 17-18 year old male teenagers who loved singing. One fine evening, as they practiced for the next competition, a new member joined the group. However, this member was different from every single one of them. This member… was a girl.

She was tall, blonde and had green eyes. She was wearing a female uniform, that adjusted to her breasts perfectly, making them stand out. As she entered the room, every guy stared at her, doomed by her sexyness. Every guy except, well, Blaine. He was as gay as it gets. He had a very handsome boyfriend who he fucked every day of the week, keeps him sexually satisfied. He had never felt any attraction towards girls, and according to him, he never would, not in the present nor in the future. Read more »

The Princesses in the Tower – Chapter 1, Part 1 – Stacey [Maledom] [Male supremacy]

**Stacey**

I want to make one thing clear. Nobody fucks with Stacey Hamilton. Unless he is very handsome and she is on the top, that is. And while the darkness isn´t exactly my good friend, my adjusting eyes felt better now in a night. The fat girl slept and maybe even the silent one. Other two I wasn´t sure. After we did our striptease we were in peace, even getting to know each other a little, after our humiliation continued, first by visit of male warden, who started admiring us. The bloody politician, imagine that, happened to wear body underwear, so she showed the least of skin. Lucky bastards they are, even in captivity. I, on the other hand, had to be endowed with provocative airships on my chest that earned me position of the main attraction. Shortly after the visit, we get our new clothes. Giant skirt and blouse could be cute for Halloween or something, but my hands were shaking when I saw collar, strap harness for the whole figure and some red abomination. The whole process was complete when we were told that dining room wasn´t ready, so we get… Well, dog dishes with our stuck names, so we were made absolutely certain that training for “The Art of Holy Submission” actually began. Of course it was made kinda worse by the fact that we actually liked the food. Read more »