Tag: Prostate

Broken by the Stud Stallions [M/M, anthro stallion/dragon, anal, oral, dom/sub, dubcon, persuasion, group/public, gangbang, orgy, erotica] (AmethystMare)

When a new dragon starts at the company, the top stallions know that they’ve got to take him through their own kind of initiation…

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Steven, or Steve, felt small compared to the horses at the office, though he perhaps should have thought it stranger than it was that everyone there at his new workplace, well…was an equine anthro. They were big and dominating, tall and looming, coming in all natural colours and even some in unnatural shades too, though that was not something that he really had any worry about. As a small, petite dragon with rich, green scales, he was lither than them, though they were more muscled than he expected from office work, even if they were in finance. It was something of an “old boys club” still there, the kind of place that expected a certain kind of masculinity to be at play, even though it was out of keeping with modern times. Read more »

The Only Fertile Man Left in Existence Part 3

Anna smiled warmly as I approached her. She was sitting on a bench at the edge of the room with a cart full of supplies next to her. It was always her job to clean me up and prepare me for the next woman. She always seemed to take an odd satisfaction in the opportunities she got to touch me. “Wow” she said as I got closer to her. She looked, wide eyed at the thick, milky coating that covered my cock and balls. A small strand began to drip from the head of my cock and she caught it with her gloved hand. “Nice catch.” I joked. She looked up at me and giggled. “I have a lot of practice” she said with a smirk. Anna had done this hundreds of times by now. Her job was to first clean any fluids from my genitals, then inspect me and take notes. I’m not really sure what exactly she looks for but it’s always the same routine. Read more »

(MM) A change of colours

Bass was vibrating through my whole body as I slowly went down the concrete stairs. My head still felt heavy from heartbreak and daytime drinking. After spending days in a small dark flat and crying out my eyes between periods of depression naps it was almost as if I wasn’t used to standing up straight. Six years of relationship went down the drain as my mind slowly dripped into the gutter. Finally after two weeks a friend had finally broken through the thick haze around my eyes, thrown me into a shower, dressed me up and led me to a local club. The music would cure me he said.

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And it worked. After drinking myself into a mood the beats had managed to hijack my body and I felt at home between the hot grinding bodies. Just as I caught myself enjoying the whole messy bun of meat and feelings I felt a hand on my behind. Quickly watching around if my friend or one of his accomplices was playing a trick on me I noticed no familiar faces. Was it maybe a girl? No, they knew how terrible it was to be groped on the dance floor. Or was someone taking revenge on men? Confused I turned completely around and the hand disappeared unseen. No one was paying attention to me, all caught up in their dancing. Only some nerdy, scrawny looking dude was looking up, gave me a confused or maybe shy smile but quickly concentrated back on his friends. He didn’t look like he was the type to feel up some men. Read more »

[F] [NB] My (30F) partner (28NB) gives me the longest, hardest orgasms of my life.

As always, scroll to the dashes to skip the backstory and get to the sex.

Hello again, dear readers. I’m back with a more recent story than my last couple. If you’ve been following my posts, you might have read my stories [here](http://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jqps0h/mf_how_i_30f_learned_that_i_can_have_gspot_orgasms/) and [here](http://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jwcp4r/mf_hot_sex_with_my_30f_boyfriend_27m_on_the_couch/) about a romantic partner who I referred to as my boyfriend, and talked about using he/him pronouns. This story is about that same partner, however they have recently come out as nonbinary and told me they prefer they/them pronouns, so that’s what I’ll be using in stories about them from now on. I don’t think I’ve given them a pseudonym yet, so let’s call them Alex.

I’ve been in a relationship with Alex for around 9 months now, and I couldn’t be happier. Our relationship has progressed slowly but steadily, and feels so healthy and sustainable. This is Alex’s first polyamorous relationship. I am always cautious around dating people new to polyamory since they sometimes struggle with it, but it’s been so easy with Alex. They get along great with my other partners, and have recently developed another relationship of their own with a friend of mine. We communicate really well, the most mundane activities like grocery shopping feel fun with them, and no word of exaggeration, we have been having hands down the best sex of my life. Read more »

The Only Fertile Man Left in Existence part 1

It’s possible that I’m not the ONLY one…but I’m certainly the only one that’s truly known to be able to produce children. The world has been in such chaos ever since the population began to decline. Communication between different nations has been fractured, making it hard to really know how many fertile men are left. In a single generation, the world population has plummeted. Droves of men and women are dying off of old age with no heirs to replace them. No one is precisely sure what has caused this…but it is clear that the fault lies in male fertility. We had a generation of men who just didn’t seem to be able to produce children. By the time the data started being tracked and the alarm was raised it was too late for many of them.

Some men responded to fertility treatments and were able to produce a child or two…others were outright sterile with no chance of ever impregnating a woman. In the end, I ended up being the only truly fertile man in my little corner of the world….the only bull who now had the responsibility of breeding the herd. Read more »

[FFM] I (29F) ate out a couple while they fucked.

As always, scroll to the dashes if you want to skip the backstory and get straight to the sex.

Hello again, dear readers, it’s ya girl back with another story from the archives of being a horny lil unicorn. This story takes place roughly a year ago, and involves a couple, who I’ll call Adam (29M) and Belle (27F). I find myself fantasising about this particular story from time to time, and I’d probably be keen to do something similar again if the opportunity came up with the right people. So here it is for your pleasure, and mine, because let’s be honest, my exhibitionist ass loves writing these things. Read more »

Nate, Dan, and the Stomach Bulge

*(Gay, btw, if the title didn’t give that away), First thing I’ve written in a while, includes these kinks:* >!Stomach Bulging (from huge dick)!< *,* >!Gooning!< *,* >!fleshlight!< *,* >!flexing muscles!< *.*

*Written for my boyfriend’s pleasure, thought I’d share here too ;)*

Dan’s lips were hot against Nate’s neck, his wet tongue lubricating the skin as he sucked hard. Marking him. Nate’s hands clawed at Dan’s bare back, fingers tracing deep, red lines through his skin as he moaned against his ear.

“Fuck,” Nate whimpered, cut off by the intense feeling of Dan’s teeth biting his neck, indenting the skin, “I can’t fucking believe this is happening!”

Dan pulled off, a wide smile cutting across his strawberry red face, he shushed Nate, placing a finger to his lips briefly. He dragged his face down across his chest, taking in his sweet scent, and his mouth found Nate’s nipple. Opening his mouth, he took it in, hot rough tongue against the sensitive flesh, lips forming a seal as he began to suck. Nate’s legs squirmed against Dan’s torso as he let out loud cries and whimpers into the cold air. His breath shuddered as Dan pulled back, stuck his tongue out, placed Nate’s nipple at the back of his tongue and licked, long and deliberately, across his sensitive, pink nipple. Hungrily he dived back in, gently biting and chewing, sucking hard, and licking over and over. Nate’s hand clawed at the back of his head, fingers entwining his short black hair, pulling his head closer. Read more »

She was so tired of waiting for the right Daddy to come along. Part 3 (DD/lg, noncon, role reversal)

I was awash in a see of confusion. I couldn’t reconcile all the warring sensations I was feeling. Physically, and emotionally. Sally’s warm wet mouth sucked hard around my cock. Her tongue lapped at the head, driving me crazy. At the same time, I could feel the aching pain coming from my ass, her lube and my fluids leaking where just minutes ago she was railing me balls deep with her big red strap on. I could still hear her bubbly personality, coaching me on, each time she thrust her big red dick deep inside of me. I could feel my guts wrench, “you’re doing so good, Daddy. My cock feels so good inside your ass, Daddy. It’ll be over soon, Daddy… just let it happen, Daddy. Give yourself to me. Just let it happen. Just let go. Let me have you.” And I did. I gave myself up to her. She broke me. Even if in my head I know this isn’t right. I don’t want to fight her. Read more »

Room 224 (MM) Romance

I got a pretty favorable reaction from my first posted story, so I’ll try another.

As I pull into the parking lot that familiar voice from the radio scrolls thru my head “We’ll leave the light on for ya!” Looking for the second flight of stairs, I find a place to park that is kind of out of the way so my car wouldn’t be so easily spotted from the road. Turning off the ignition and getting out I slowly look around to see if anybody is watching and gently lock and close the door. Cautiously, I start my journey to the stairs seeking room 224. Slightly out of breath as I reach the top of the stairs I see a sign on the wall pointing directions to odd numbered rooms to the front and even numbered rooms to the back of the building, so I follow the arrow until I reach the end of the corridor. Looking over the edge I can see the swimming pool, still full of water, lights on but no one around. Why would they be, its January for God’s sake. Turning to the left I look at doors as I walk by 218, 216, I realize I am heading in the wrong direction and the number I want is the other way. After turning around I pass the end of the corridor and reach my destination. Looking across the way there is a heavy set man standing outside his door smoking a cigarette and watching me as I lightly knock on the door. The door opens and my company for the night invites me in. Read more »