An Alchemist Story (Part one) [MM][Fantasy Races][Anal][Gay][Humor][Goblin/Gnoll]

Garth eased the final drop of night throne extract into the bottle, the liquid turned a serene shade of blue and the smell became fare more pleasant on his nose. He puckered up the bottle with his clawed hands before placing it in his outgoing box, the client wanted fifteen healing potions and he had just finished the last batch. He peeled the goggles off of his face before running his hands through his spotted fur, being a gnoll made the various reagents and powders cling to his fur. He stood up and prepared to leave for the lake when his door shook from the sound of something heavy hitting it.

“Go away, I have little gold and I have no time for robbers.” Garth snarled, it was better to intimidate the local humans than to just greet them with open arms. A Gnoll must keep up appearances after all.

Garth sighed before cracking open his door, a green lump was laying on the floor against his door. Garth reached down to pick up the lump and found himself gripping a small green humanoid by the head, he sniffed the creature and determined it was alive and male. Grath shrugged before bringing the goblin unconscious goblin inside of his home, he quickly disrobed the creature before sitting him on a bucket. He picked up a small vial and opened it beneath the Goblins nose.

[Long] [MMF] [MFM] [Threesome] [Cheating] There’s Something About Mason (and Krystal)

>I’ve never written anything like this or posted anything publicly before, but I’m considering putting these experiences into an e-book and publishing it, so I’d really welcome everyone’s feedback.

#**There’s something about Mason (and Krystal)**#


**Part one**

Admittedly, this was going to be my first threesome. I’ve slept with both genders and everybody in between, but never at the same time. It’s not that I’ve never had the opportunity; it’s that I’m just quite picky with my partners and when the opportunity has arisen before, I’ve just never felt ‘it’.

Whatever ‘it’ is.

Mason was an interesting guy though – he was about 26 years old and after graduating from some university with an MBA, he was through his second year of a “Graduate Scheme” for a large multi-billion pound, worldwide organisation. He wasn’t senior within the business at all, but he was certainly rubbing with shoulders he felt would get him places, eventually.

The funny thing about Mason is that despite his “high flying” career (and perhaps his misplaced sense of grandeur), his hyper-masculine attitude and his kind-of-cheap-but-well-fitting-suit, we had met on Grindr – the male orientated hookup app – his profile was brief; he was a straight man who wanted to experiment with other men, despite being in a long term relationship.

[F] The Bridesmaid Dress

This happened many years ago before I was married. It’s a tale of exhibition, no actual sex.

My girlfriend at the time, now my wife, was selected to be Maid of Honor at a friend’s wedding. The usual horrible bridesmaid’s dresses were purchased. This one was a mauve-colored formal dress with a single spaghetti strap holding up the bodice. My wife-to-be, let’s call her, Teri, hoped to make pillow cases with the material after the wedding (she never did).

The wedding was fine but the trouble began when we got to the reception dinner at a nearby golf club. As Teri was getting out of the car, the single spaghetti strap broke leaving the bodice to the whims of gravity. The top was pretty stiff so no one panicked until she sat down at our assigned seats and the bodice dropped slightly, her B-cup boobies were partially exposed. We decided we should probably try to fix the dress before it got worse, so headed out to find some privacy.

[Long] [Seeking Feedback] [MMF] [Threesome] [Cheat/Cuck] There’s Something About Mason (and Krystal)

>I’ve always been told that I’m good at dirty talk, but I’ve never written anything like this or posted anything publicly before, but I’m considering putting my experiences into an e-book and publishing it, so I’d really love everyone’s feedback about this.

>If you want to be super-awesome, [I’ve made a feedback form](https://goo.gl/forms/lMuBqNfeR2qllpkj1) that anybody can fill out about the story, It’ll take 5 minutes and I don’t care about your identifying information – I don’t want it and don’t ask for it.

#**There’s something about Mason (and Krystal)**#


**Part one**

Admittedly, this was going to be my first threesome. I’ve slept with both genders and everybody in between, but never at the same time. It’s not that I’ve never had the opportunity; it’s that I’m just quite picky with my partners and when the opportunity has arisen before, I’ve just never felt ‘it’.

Whatever ‘it’ is.

Mason was an interesting guy though – he was about 26 years old and after graduating from some university with an MBA, he was through his second year of a “Graduate Scheme” for a large multi-billion pound, worldwide organisation. He wasn’t senior within the business at all, but he was certainly rubbing with shoulders he felt would get him places, eventually.

The Roommate [ffm, oral, Bi]

*I write a new story every week for my erotic fiction blog. If you enjoy the story, check out my blog using the link in the comments below. Suggestions and constructive criticism welcome*

The club had been too loud for them to talk so they’d come back to Megan’s house and spent about three hours chatting, watching cartoons and looking at Megan’s drawings and art collection. Gemma hadn’t met someone she’d connected so easily with for ages. Not since she was in school, in fact. When she spent 8 weeks forming a close friendship with that Dutch exchange student, then sobbed the whole night through when Sophie had left to go back to Holland. Now she had come to a new city to study and made a friend in less than a week. Megan had the same quirky sense of humour as her, she loved the same TV shows, looked at other people with the same kind of derision mixed with compassion for humans and their faults. She was also beautiful, and Gemma was in awe of her gorgeous silky black hair and strong, curved body, so different to her own pale, red haired and skinny appearance, with legs so thin her nickname was Bambi.

Two friends get heated pt2. [MM]

Hey y’all! This is a follow up to the story I wrote a couple of days ago. I don’t know how to link posts so you can check my history.

Waking up Saturday was very interesting. I feel something poking me. In my distorted hungover waking up state I notice my friend brad (not a real name for obvious reasons) is rock hard cuddling me. I reach back to feel his dick hard pressed against my butt cheeks. I’m shocked, then turn over and realize he’s still asleep and must have some morning wood. I move the sheets and admire how cute he looks. In that moment I wonder “am I gay for brad?” As I’m recollecting the amazing night we had before I think to myself… “maybe I am for him” So I climb back in the bed and get all snuggled up with him and kind of use him as a pillow and close my eyes.

two very religious boys gone wrong [M][M][Tease?][long?]

Hi, throwaway for reasons, high when I’m writing this.

This happened quite a while ago, and I’ve never really spoken to anyone about it but I’m a long time lurker and I’m sure you’ll like what I’ve got to say. + I’m high.

So a while back when I was young er, I got a chance to go do some religious work abroad along with a friend. We’re both VERY devout religious kids and there’d be nothing wrong with us going, right?

Wrong. We were horny teenagers and we would quickly find ourselves all over each, knowing what we were doing was SO wrong, which made it all the better. Here’s how it’d usually go…

Let’s say, we’d be watching a movie and I knew he was so against being gay (just as I was) I had to get him in the mood for it. So I’d start at 12am, just slowly caressing his leg for a good half an hour with my fingers and when I knew he was enjoying that I’d slowly go above his knee, feeling his ever so soft thighs. I’d tickle him, he’d laugh and tell me to get off. My hand would move but by then he’s jumped on top of me, furiously making out with me…

Two friends get heated [MM]

The year is 2015, I’m visiting my friend at his college apartment.

The day starts off pretty normal. He asks me if I want to come visit him for the weekend to blow some steam off since him and his girl just broke up. So of course I say hell yeah since it’s a short road trip and I wanted see my bro. That afternoon I make the trip and when I finally get there he’s ready to party.

He’s average height, athletic build, easy on the eyes, red messy hair, and dresses like a frat boy. A pretty good looking dude. I’m average height as well, curly blonde hair, blue eyes, a little chubby but not too much, I just don’t go to the gym as often as he does. I dress more casual, T-shirt and shorts type of style.

When I get there we start playing some COD, having a few beers, smoking some weed, the whole nine yards. Then the day turns to night and we get some dinner and drinks, go back to the apartment to freshen up for the bars.

[MM] Confirming my bisexuality

I wrote up this story for PMs with some people I’ve been chatting with and got good feedback, so I thought I’d share it here :)
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So my first girlfriend broke up with me in my third year of college, about eleven years ago now when I was 21. I’d known for years that I was bisexual but never acted on it in any way so after that I decided it would be a good time to start experimenting & I started looking online. This was still the relatively early days of internet dating so I had a few false starts there (some weirdos out there), but eventually I got talking to this guy a year or two younger than me who seemed cool so we agreed to meet up. He was gay but not out, I told him I thought I was bisexual but hadn’t been with a guy before. I was a little old-fashioned about it I guess because we went to see a movie first. He was a cute, 5’6″ asian guy with a nice smile and a great body (he did some modeling a little later actually, which I’m pretty proud of!) I knew right away I was attracted to him but the whole experience was still so new to me I didn’t really have any clue how to make a move. It was kind of a thrill walking around town with him though, looking to everyone else like just a couple of college guys hanging out, when really we wanted to fuck each other. Anyway we were chatting about movies and I asked if he wanted to come back to my room to watch a DVD. A little clumsy but he said sure so we went back to my place. At that time I had a college apartment with a couple of other (straight) guys, neither of whom I was particularly close with, so I was a little worried about what they were going to think, but neither of them were there when we came in thankfully. The door to my room was pretty solid & had a lock on it so I felt a little more comfortable once we got inside. I put the movie in & we watched about 10 minutes of it before I couldn’t wait any longer to make my move. I was still so nervous because I’d never done this before, I still considered myself just ‘curious’ so I had no idea how I was going to feel if I went for it. What if I saw him naked and suddenly found I wasn’t interested at all? Finally I just put my hand on his thigh and started gently caressing. It felt like I was being so awkward but as soon as he turned and looked at me I could see he was into it so I reached forward and kissed him. I’d kissed a guy before as a high school dare so it wasn’t a completely unfamiliar experience but never anything like this: instantly we went into full on passionate making out like we’d been lovers for years. With a thrill I realized it was really happening and I was about to have sex with a man, and I felt myself get hard in seconds. He started touching my chest over my shirt and I knew I wanted to see his body so I reached over and pulled off his shirt. He was in great shape so I spent a wonderful few minutes running my hands over his body. It was incredible experiencing the difference between a woman’s body and a man’s this way for the first time, feeling his strong firm pecs and hard abs where before I was only used to feeling softness, with him still kissing me gently the whole time. We hadn’t discussed who would be the top or anything like that beforehand, but I got the feeling he wanted me to lead so I pushed him down onto the bed and leaned over him to begin kissing his stomach, licking his nipples, feeling the muscles of his shoulders, and just exploring his whole body. Finally I reached down and felt his hardness through his jeans. Before I even met him I had had the burning desire, if I was going to have any experience with a man, to feel a cock in my mouth. So I couldn’t wait any longer and unzipped his pants, he pulled them off for me and there was his pretty little hard dick. He was only probably 4 inches or so but I didn’t mind, for my first time; I would have been a little intimidated to start out with a monster cock! I moved down and took him into my mouth. I didn’t know what to expect – would dick taste weird? – but he just tasted like good clean firm skin. I ran my tongue up and down his shaft and began gently sucking him. He stretched out on the bed, totally relaxed and I kept working his cock, listening to his quiet moans. Feeling him run his hands through my hair and gently push my head up and down was intensely hot. I felt like I was just starting to get into it when suddenly I felt my mouth filling – at first I thought I was just feeling my own saliva before I realized he was cumming in my mouth. I stayed on and took his whole cock in my mouth and sucked down his whole warm salty load while he stretched out and shuddered. After that I slowly licked his dick up and down for a few minutes until he was soft again. I sat back, not sure what the etiquette was here – I had a hard rod about to bust out of my pants and I desperately wanted to fuck him, but did I have to wait a little until he was ready? Fortunately for me he didn’t want to wait at all, he moved over and took my pants off and started returning the favor. My dick is a lot bigger than his was (about 7″ and pretty thick) but he didn’t hesitate; I lay back and he started jerking me and teasing the head with the tip of his tongue. I had actually never had a blowjob before (first girlfriend didn’t do that, boo!) so this was a new experience for me and although it was hot and he kept me rock hard, it kind of tickled and I didn’t think I was going to be able to cum from it. So instead I looked him in the eye and said “I want to fuck you.” He looked back and said “Ok” and turned over to lay face down, ass up. He had an absolute peach of an ass, great firm ass cheeks and nice strong thighs. I put a condom on my cock and lubed it up, put some lube on my fingers and started probing his asshole. His ass took my fingers with no trouble at all so I just moved over and went for it. I was so excited I thought my heart was going to stop as stood over his legs and lowered myself to guide the tip of my cock to his asshole, and I slowly eased it in. He took the tip with a little moan and I pushed my whole length into him, letting out my own low groans as I began slowly sliding my cock in and out of his ass. Nothing had ever felt so good or so tight. I wasn’t sure how hard and fast to go at first, I didn’t want to hurt him but between moans I heard him say “fuck me”, “fuck me harder” and I began thrusting into him again and again. In a minute sweat was dripping down my chest and I was in ecstasy slamming my cock into his tight asshole, slapping my thighs against his cheeks. I remember even in the midst of all that, realizing “It’s official. You’re a fag now”. In another minute I could feel myself ready to burst and I pushed myself all the way in, balls deep in his ass, and blew a huge load with one of the longest, most intense orgasms of my life. Afterwards, that was that and it was getting late so he headed home. I walked out onto the street outside the apartment, and I couldn’t see anyone around so I got a thrill from giving him a quick kiss and a squeeze on the ass as he walked away. We tried a couple other times to make plans to meet up again but it never came off, but I still think about that night all the time.

First time author, first time gay story. Would love feedback. [mm]

First Morning

Tyler woke gently, stretching and opening his eyes to the orange and purple hues streaming in his window. It was dawn, hours before he would normally be awake, but he felt more than ready to start the day—a day of complete freedom, like every day would be for the next few months.

Slowly kicking the sheets off his nude 18 year-old form and absentmindedly stroking his healthy morning wood, Tyler grinned at his newfound adulthood. High school was done, college was still a summer away, and for the next month he had a beach house to enjoy along with his friends—and without any parents.

Life was good, and Tyler was ready to enjoy it.

He swung out of bed, his adolescent erection subsiding as he pulled on a pair of swim trunks and started downstairs. There was a bit of noise coming from the kitchen; Tyler grinned knowing that he wasn’t the only one looking to get an early start.

“Morning,” he said quietly as he stepped onto the cool tile of the kitchen floor. Adam was standing at the counter in his boxer briefs making a pot of coffee.