XXX-Fiction

By Secret ID. (secretid8221@hotmail.com) It’s probably been about two weeks since I’ve jacked my dick. Being busy with traveling for work and then just being too worn out at night (I know usually nothing could keep me from rubbing one out, but fuck was I exhausted), I just never could find the time. I decided that I would take a week off and just relax. I wanted to get out of the city, so I decided that I’d spend some

By Robert (dancer5612004@yahoo.com) Ralph, my next-door neighbor gentleman, who was single and all alone except for his pet dog, was telling me at my mailbox while watering the lawn that he was going on a two-week gay cruise. He was telling me all about it when his dog entered my front yard from the other side and started sniffing around. He drank some water from my hose and then suddenly began to molest me on my leg. It didn’t take

By Corey Anton. (coreyzin@hotmail.com) I took the job at the farm because of the free room and board and good pay. I was free for the summer and only needed another few thousand dollars for fall tuition, and this seemed like the place to do it. The farm was about thirty miles out of town, pretty isolated, but that meant I didn’t have any place to spend my money, and that worked for me as well. Michael was the owner,

By Bryan M. (farmlandbb2@yahoo.com) Waiting in line for the rental car, I am pretty nervous. It is hot and muggy, very sunny, and somewhat oppressive. But, as I am going to be naked for much of my outdoor time here, maybe it won’t be so bad. The airport was crowded, the car rental office was crowded, and people were swarming everywhere. I have never been to this part of Florida and have never been here alone. I am supposed to

By Vito Duka. (pakami24@hotmail.com) Jacob knew his boyfriend had had a fascination for horses for almost his entire life. Ever since he could remember, Thomas had loved the majestic animals, holding an insatiable fascination for them. Jacob could retell from memory every last precious memory related to stallions Thomas had ever told him. From the endlessly exciting trips to his grandparents’ farm to the gigantic collection of toys he’d gathered since he was little and the origin story for each

By GG GG. It was a gorgeous afternoon, and I decided to play hooky from work and take the afternoon off. I decided to go for a long walk through the park near my house. It is a huge park with lots of places to explore. I liked it because the deeper you went into the forest, the less people you would see. And since it was a weekday there would hardly be anyone around anyways. In case I forgot

By balmymemories456. Read Part 1 Here.Read Part 2 Here.Read Part 3 Here. ***** Part 4… We both changed clothes and got into bed for the evening, not bothering to set our alarms for tomorrow since we both had off on Sundays. We had gotten under the covers when Mac charged in, hopping in and laying on top of both of us with his full weight. “Whoa there, boy, no sleeping on the bed!” I tried to set this boundary, at

By Jay Roberts. When I graduated from Oxford, after spending four years reading eighteenth-century novels in their original languages (French, German, and Russian), my Uncle Frederic asked me to come to his estate on the Scottish coast to hear a proposition. My Uncle was a bachelor, a somewhat famous writer of critical monographs about last century authors. I knew that he was intensely interested in my studies and knew that they uniquely dovetailed with his interests. He was the brother

By W.B. Just why in hell am I unlucky enough to have this sort of shit happen to me, I think as my body involuntarily spasm jerked against the movements of my completely unexpected intruder, who was now well entrenched in my asshole, pumping more of his sperm into me. The bloody mongrel that caused my predicament, well, that is what I think of him NOW, had, at the time, looked starved and neglected when I first saw it from

By kingmastiff30. “Three PM. Right on the dot.” A young jogger told himself as he passed the house of an old man and his dog who had just left their door. This young jogger was making his rounds in a quiet suburb, getting his daily exercise, and enjoying the sun on this nice summer’s day. He patiently waved to the old man, who returned the jogger’s greeting with a kind, if weak, wave. Now passing the old man, the young