Highway Patrol, Part IX Mike had been taken back to his suite after the encounter with Tomas. He was still angry, shaken and embarrassed by that whole scene. He had never intended to rape anybody, but Carlos had worked him up so hard that he'd just had to do it. He felt guilty, too, because in spite of everything, his body felt a whole lot better now....
Highway Patrol, Part X The Conclusion Then, sensation stopped. He felt himself being lowered to the mat. He felt Carlos come next to him, lay down beside him, and then something warm on his mouth. He opened his eyes and saw that Carlos was actually kissing him. He was too weak to respond, but his lips parted and allowed Carlos' tongue to enter. He...
30 year old Officer Richard McClellen was on a typically slow watch on Saturday afternoon as a county patrolman in eastern Tennessee. It was particularly slow since tourist season had ended a couple months before and they were getting the unpredictable October downpour. Rather than burn up gas and driving around the county roads in the rain, he decided to just wait behind...
Highway Patrol, Part I He had always had a nose for trouble, and was rarely wrong. This time, it involved the man sitting across the room from him at a booth near the door to the restroom. He was dark-haired, late-twenties, probably around 180#, and looked to be about 6' tall, pretty close to Mike's own dimensions. Mike topped 6' by just a fraction,...
Highway Patrol, Part II Yes, his memory all came back with a roar, and his mind forced him to re-live that experience, burning it into his memory forever. He and his partner Bill had been on routine foot patrol through an area of Dallas noted for its abandoned warehouses. It was a haven for all sorts of unsavory characters.. dealers, the homeless, the ...
Highway Patrol, Part III John left the secret room, with Mike still tied. He had pulled Mike's boxers and pants back up and fastened them, but pulled his dick and balls back out through the fly to keep him vulnerable. Mike was unable to get them back in no matter how he maneuvered his hips around, the fly was just too tight against the base of his...
A short time ago, on a hot summer night, Brandt was walking down the streets of New York thinking about the man he had met last night. The stranger was tall with black flowing hair and the deepest darkest eyes that Brandt could ever remember seeing before in his life. Although his appearance was a bit unsettling, he could not stop thinking about the conversation that the two of...
"The Newcummer" By MDguy267 I first met Jason on the internet and saw him in the barely legal m4m room. His profile looked very interesting, so I instant messaged him to say hi. He said he was 5'11", 160# and had short wavy hair, dark skin and a nice slim build. He was 18 years old and I was 19. To tell you more about myself, I am 5'9", 140# tan skin, short brown ...
It was a small village in the Middle East that still believed that the best way to punish a man was to publically whip him. Thus, at the center of the village stood a large post where men throughout the ages were stripped and beaten to atone for their crimes. Everyone, from old to young were to be there to witness the flogging of the local criminals. Yuri had just turned...
Master takes a few steps sideways, I see him lean slightly to my right. I hear the sound of a TV click on. my head is turned to see the TV screen. Masters magnificent cock fills the screen side to side. DO you WANT to SERVE THIS? OOoHHhhhh YESssssssss, MASTER Then I have a present FOR you SLAVE. Master then lowers a pair of silk briefs to cover his hard. But you...
My boss's name is Jeff Liebowitz. He's a Jewish man with a wife and two kids, and lives in Long Island. We've been good friends for a long time, since way before he became my boss. I've always been attracted to him. He slim, dark skinned, has a hairy body. He has a handsome face with a very Jewish nose, which is a turn-on for me. When he became my boss, I became more turned on...
Rookie Cops Get Nailed - The Conclusion I had just had Brad come into my hands and could tell by his body language how this straight macho cop had experienced his first taste of humiliation. But I could tell he was far from being broken. I had, in fact hoped for this to be the case. There's really no fun to break a young stallion that doesn't...
Rich, Jeff and I had been buddies since childhood. Our parents lived on the same block and we grew up going to the same junior high and high schools. We played sports together, and for a while even formed our own rock band. As we grew up, got married and each started a family, we always found time to spend together. We had an annual vacation in the summer where...
Randall and I had been best friends during most of our days at college. We had come from different parts of the country, and certainly had completely different backgrounds. Randall's parents were wealthy and he had always led a pampered life. My parents had scrimped and saved to see that I could get a decent education. We met one day in our freshman year, when we...
About five years ago four of my friends and I decided to buy and operate a local bar. We had scouted the area and felt it would make a lucrative investment. Just how lucrative, time would tell. The bar was located near the docks and when ships from the Navy landed in port, we were guaranteed a large clientele--sailors on temporary leave. My...
Skinhead Law Steve 333 " Fuckin' shit!" Dean leant his bristled forehead against the wall, panting. He rolled back against the brick and gazed gravely at the black sky. "That was too friggin' close." Karl stared back down the alley and grabbed Dean by the scruff, dragging him behind a large skip. "It's the pigs, the fuckin' pigs are there." A blue...
Standard Disclaimer: This note is for government types who have probably never had sex in their lives. This is a work of erotic gay fiction. Any resemblance to any real person, place, thing or event is entirely coincidental. Persons who are offended by gays, gay sex or erotica should leave NOW. Homophobic neo-Nazis should wonder why they are reading this, leave NOW, and then jump...
If you read my earlier story 'When Opportunity Knocks', then you saw how we took full advantage of an opportunity when it presented itself. We hadn't really had time to prepare, but nevertheless the fucking episode was self-satisfying. Little did we expect another opportunity to present itself so quickly afterwards. But it did, and now I'd like to tell you how we took...
Rookie Cops Get Nailed - Part 1 Our prey were two young very macho cops, Brad and Bill. Both had been on the force for a few years. They had been our friends until they joined the force. Things started to change slowly after that. But soon they started hassling us and one day we started talking about this. We stated talking about how tough a guy...
We were just sitting in the living room of one of the guys apartment, talking about our score so far--three cops taken, Ken the most recent just last week. We started to act 'cocky'. We decided to set a goal of how many tough macho dudes we'd like to fuck their asses. After much debate we settled on trying to snatch roughly a dude a month. So far, we had always...
After having such an incredible run of luck during the last month, the gang and I began to believe that it would never end. It started when we had ambushed a pair of young cops and after taking turns brutally sodomizing them, forced the cops to help us find other cops with tight virgin asses to explore. It wasn't long before we had added, another young cop and two tough...
A few years ago, shortly after I had moved to New York, I was strolling with a number of other gay men in Greenwich Village. Most of these guys were strangers to me, but we had all been participants in a gay rap group during which we had let down many of our normal barriers. As we walked, I noticed that one of the guys walking ahead of me had a grey handkerchief tucked into ...
M.A.C.H.O. BBS Men's American Coastal Hide Out 714-497-3622 BOUND AND FUCKED -- From the San Francisco Oracle I had seen you on your motorcycle, cruising down Santa Monica Blvd. Always your helmet and face guard prevented me from seeing your face. Always your open leather jacket allowed me to see that thin line of hair tracing a path to your navel to disappear beneath the...
It was especially dark in the Leather Den this particular Friday night. Scott was dressed in just his Levi's, no shoes, shirt, or anything else. He sat down at his favorite chair in the darkest corner of the main bar room. Master G. was new to the Den, he just flew in from Boston, and was in the mood for some hot New York style leather sex! Master G's favorite pastime was...
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