GayDemon's Stories: On this page you can find erotic fiction where you can read about men having gay sex with other men & tales of male sexual adventures.
"Wait just a moment, please. We have something for you." Rajenique stepped of the lift and walked over to where Pyritt gestured. The lycin in the darkness stepped forward, and Rajenique was surprised to see that he recognized him: it was Kaziji. There was a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, and then Pyritt spoke once more.
Roughly, he reached down and hauled him to his feet, sleep vanishing from the human's eyes as quickly as he was dragged up. Ever so quietly, the orc hissed "shhh," and Dyjha's eyes lit up. Placing the boy firmly before him and taking hold of his neckchain, Rajenique marched him back down the row of prisoners, and down into the campfires of the sleeping orcish horde.
Two hot studs, Trevor and Calvin (aka Darkhog), awake from a night's sleep to blood filled steel hard boners while on vacation in Canada. Trevor, who has a fetish for armpits, dives into Calvin's armpits leading to a two-hour sucking, rimming and fucking that results in a wild kinky series of steamy sex. Trevor also learns of Calvin's favorite fetish.
"Okay...I was just wondering what a three way with gorgeous twins would be like, it's no big deal."
"You mean Don, you and me...having sex...the three of us...together?"
"Yeah, that'd be a hot scene, me fucking you, him fucking me...I'd be in the middle of a Dyer boys Twin sandwich. Think how many variations we could do with three of us."
The fireman in Brandon's calendar was, unbelievably, kneeling over him, shirtless, in the flesh. "How often he had jerked off over the muscle-god's picture, imagining what his cock looked like. And now here it was ... in his mouth! The fireman was fucking his face!" Bob visits. "When he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off the boy gasped. Clark Kent had just ripped open his shirt and become Superman."
Topped by Zack and then by Bob, Randy reasserts his sexual authority over Bob in a marathon fuck-fest. The fiery gypsy flexes his muscles and yells, "Look at me .... does this look like a man who takes it up the ass? When I'm stoked after a fight I don't wanna jack off in front of a mirror." He pumped both fists in the air and roared, "I'm the King of the fucking Gypsies and I ... need ... to ... fuuuck!!"
We made an agreement for me to come to him in LA and get my throat and ass fucked completely and handed over to friends of his to be gangbanged and then introduced to porn producers to be in a video.
Most of my stories involve some tension or conflict to act as a catalyst in an attempt to give some interest to the story, such as in The Rift, The Promise or The Journal. This one just cuts to the fucking chase.
The young Aussie, Nate, spends an evening under the stars with the hunky Doctor Steve. "Nate stared up at the naked muscle-god kneeling over him and dug his fingers into the slabs of his pecs." Lloyd and Jason, both body-worshiping jocks, are workout partners at the gym. "Lloyd gazed at Jason and said, 'That is so fucking hot - the narcissistic, arrogant blond jock spread-eagled in bondage, at my mercy'."
Randy and Zack - the construction boss and the leather-master - re-establish their supremacy. Mark, the cop, takes steps to make Jamie more assertive. "Do it, boy - it feels so fucking hot." Pablo and Ben are rebellious and are sent to Doctor Steve for therapy. His methods are unorthodox - and rough. "The boys gasped in awe and fear at the sight of the muscular doctor stripped down to his jeans."
Several years ago, I sat next to a very hot Army private on a cross country flight from the East coast to Seattle, Washington. We discussed a book he was reading on personal relationships that I had already read. Soon the discussion turned to sex that led surprisingly to steamy sex on board. That night we joined the Mile High Club.
I was a just out of high work and had lived a very sheltered 18 years of life, still a virgin whose only experience with sex was fucking my fist several times a day when my father's college roommate came to stay for several weeks.
I had just moved to San Diego from the inland Empire and was delighted to find that the great health club I enjoyed had a place just a few miles from my new apartment. I had experienced more than a few special times at the one up north, finding more than the machines to give me a good work over. My ass was aching for a good fucking and I had no local contacts in this new area. Maybe I would get lucky this morning.
Still laying under the hot fucking man that had just pounded the hell out of his ass, and in conclusion, dumped a major, major cum load into his ass, Todd asked, "Mark, Mark! What did you just say? Did you just say trooper and cuffs? Mark, are you an officer?"
Man, your ass was on its hands and knees begging for that! Stan, did you know you were that fucking anxious to get rammed that hard and that deep back here?"
"Oh come on man, I've got to take it now man! Oh shit man you have got me so fucking turned on telling me that, come on, let me find out if I can take it or not! Come on please Jack, please show me I can take it!
Mike's evening with the dildos going up in his ass, and his final realization that even maybe a fucking telephone pole stuck up in there just might be fun too, made him more than overly anxious to get back over to Jamie's place and let that young man finally show him what it feels like to have a man laying on his back, and sticking his stiff hard rod up in his ass.
At a luxury hotel Mark and Jamie meet the Italian pool-boy. "They stared up into a handsome, square-jawed young face with curly black hair, green eyes and a body that wouldn't quit. 'Ciao - my name is Mario. If you need anything at all, signori, please call on me.'" Later Mark says, "Shit, that is fucking gorgeous. That macho young Italian stud tied to the bed, waiting to get his perfect ass ploughed by a cop."
We trade places, "You want my load pretty-boy?" I was getting annoyed at the pretty boy comments, but my mouth was full. I nodded. I bobbed off his cock, "Damn you stink." I said, "Fucking fresh piss isn't it?"
Randy takes his boy Pablo on a trip. At the lake Randy says, "Shit, you're such a fucking turn-on, boy, I can't keep my hands off you, or my dick out of your ass." Randy drives his boy wild, then re-enacts the dramatic fantasy of the day they first met. "The young mechanic, dungarees round his waist, was helplessly bound, at the mercy of the same gypsy biker-stud who had burst into the garage so long ago."