Gay for XXX

Two gay men hook up for their regular surfside date. Unexpectedly, a third party — a gay college kid just home for the weekend — accidentally joins the fun. This story contains some BD/SM, some romance, some pissing, some puking, some scat.

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Jack drove out to the beach after work. The sun was just setting; he drove west with his eyes half-blinded, but he knew where he was going. Between two beachside mansions sat a modest white house on stilts, and there was just enough space to park his convertible Saab between the pylons and out of the next day’s sun. Bruce, his best friend, was waiting. Hopefully the beer was plentiful and well-iced. And there was plenty of lube.
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Note: 1) Please remember that unprotected sex can be very dangerous. Only engage in it without protection if you know and trust your lover or if you like things like Russian Roulette. Remember this is a work of fantasy, not reality.

3) There is a hint of straight and lesbian sex but it’s minor. Trust me.

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The time was planned for months. We need to coordinate our two busy schedules so that we get the most of our free time. And, for three years now, we’ve been able to ‘keep the spice’ in our relationship by going on ‘love trips’. Basically, ‘love trips’ are just an excuse to have sex two or three times a day in different locations no closer than a mile apart. Only one time per day can be in total privacy, and only the ‘completed’ times count. This presents some fairly formidable obstacles and we are bonded by team problem-solving.
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“Hey Frank, is there a shower in your room?” asked Jeff.

“Yes, I believe so,” he said over his shoulder. He continued walking while Jeff stopped me and pointed to a communal shower room. “It looks inviting doesn’t it?” he asked me. “Yes, and so do you. Tell me Jeff, am I crazy or is there chemistry between us?”

“I’m feeling it too,” he said.

I felt his eyes bore right into me, in a good way, and I didn’t want to look away or stop him as he leaned in to kiss me once again. When his lips touched mine, I sighed and let his tongue dip into my mouth.
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Moments after ringing the bell of an ordinary looking house in the suburbs, a well built man opened the door into another world. He stood 6″ taller than my 6′ & was finely muscled, with dark brown eyes that looked kindly at me while we made our introductions. The grip of his hand sent a thrill of anticipation coursing through my slim body as I thought of the massage to come.

He showed me to an adjoining room which was softly lit with low music filling the incense-laden air & a towel covered table in the centre. Erotic prints were tastefully placed on the plain walls & made my cock throb at scenes of obscenely huge erections being pumped, sucked or fucked in a variety of positions. He bade me undress while remaining clothed in a short robe of blue silk as he prepared the oils, working deftly as I placed everything on a chair in the corner. My cock stirred as I got a close look at the print there, which showed a large, dripping cock being sucked avidly by a wet mouth & as I turned round, I found him gazing appreciatively at the firm cheeks of my ass. We smiled into each other’s eyes & I willingly lay face down on the table as he spoke in gentle tones of how he loved to give such erotic treatment to men.
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© Sadie-Rose Bermingham 2003

“Easy Money!” Rabid John told Ray in the pub. “Close yer eyes, spread yer legs, easy as fallin’ outta bed!”

John was a skinny, bug-eyed Yorkshire exile, who made his money on the mean streets around Mile End. He might have been twenty or fifty, it was hard to say, and Ray did not ask. John had a temper, especially when he hadn’t scored. To him, Raymond Wilde was a means to an end. The lad was pretty for a start; he looked younger than his nineteen years and he was green as grass when it came down to business. Hadn’t a fuckin’ clue!
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Sitting at the table with an empty pad of paper and a pen I had wanted to begin writing something, a poem, a story, maybe even a novel. All it would take is for me to pick up the pen and start and yet, I kept feeling things spin in my head as I struggled with what I was going to write. Each time I’d be certain I was ready, I’d grab the pen, but my mind would twirl off, twisting and whirling around, whirling around… well whirling around the tall black man I could just see if I peeked to my right.
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The moment I saw Brian’s beautiful cock I knew I had to have him. I knew I wouldn’t rest until I felt that gorgeous hard cock sliding in and out of my wet, hot mouth as he moaned my name. Brian had emailed me after reading one of my stories on literotica. It was a fantasy about dressing up in my wife’s underwear and making love to an eighteen year old guy I had been writing to. Brian’s was one of the few emails form the UK I had received so I decided to reply. I was wearing a pair of Angela’s tight, red, lacy thong panties as I read his email and thought it would be fun to send him a pic. I checked my inbox about an hour later and noticed a reply from him with a file attached. I opened up the attachment and waited as it slowly appeared on my screen. By the time the pic had finished downloading I was almost bursting out of the front of Angela’s panties. It was a pic of him naked and very hard except for a pair of his wife’s see-thru cream panties and a pair of her black stay up stockings. His cock was visible, hard and beautiful through the material. I was in love instantly. I started rubbing myself through the material of the panties as I looked at the incredible image in front of me imaging being with him. I came quickly, my hot cum spurting through the gaps in the red lace and soaking my chest and the panties themselves. I ran my fingers through the cum on my chest before licking it off. I pulled the panties off and licked my cum off them, wishing it was Brian’s cum on my lips. I was hooked straight away.
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Many of you have written asking about me and my background (including sexual experiences) although I cannot understand why you would think them to be interesting. Maybe you would like to analyze my background to see why I write about the things I do. Maybe you are just curious. OK, this is my story.

I only had one homosexual experience before I became what I considered to be bisexual. From that experience until I was 38, I lived a straight (albeit mildly curious) life. What I will write about here is my first experience and later I will follow up with what happened 20 years later. Since this happened 40 years ago, forgive the addition of details that may or may not be accurate but don’t detract from what actually happened.
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Rummaging through the top shelf of his bedroom closet, Trace could not find a tape that suited his mood. He thought “Rim Shot” might be an option. The title alone set his cock to thickening, but he was already so familiar with its scenes they played before his eyes before he could play them on the television. He wanted something less familiar. He tossed “Rim Shot” to the back of the shelf and picked up “Undergear.” He had watched it before but had not used all of its erotic potential, and even though he exhausted the limp three-way finale, he had not fully spent the erotic currency of the other scenes. He barely remembered the scene before the three-way, and if that scene failed to excite, he was certain he could pull off a good load watching the tape’s first pairing pull themselves off while sitting naked and side-by-side on a couch.
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