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.
Nate Brock is excited when his dad hires a muscular young stud right out of the Navy to work on his farm. He and the sailor, Lucas, work together in the heat of the hayloft, stacking bales of hay as they are loaded onto the conveyor below. While they wait for another load of bales to be brought in from the fields, Lucas initiates young Nate into the wonderful world of fucking.
When he was what he wanted to project, he left the room and went to the elevator. It had been a stupendous gamble on Brewster's part. But it had pleased Winslow. It had been years since he'd come twice in a single fucking.
I've always thought that Daniel was somewhat cute, but I've just never liked him. He just looks like a little bitch. A little bitch that you just want to take advantage of while you're fucking the shit out of him. The one that you just want to make your sex slave.
This guy was so fucking hot. He was beyond hot; he was gorgeous. I always wanted to know how it felt to feel his big, squishy ass against me as I fucked him or as he'd grind himself closely against me. His name is Emmanuel.
A soft kiss on his cheek made him snuggle in even more, as he watched the eyes change color. They suddenly seemed more alive, sparkling even as he waited for Ron's answer, knowing he was just as happy as he was.
Harry said what I needed was a 'fucking good enema' so he grabbed the syringe which I had nearby and filled the basin with warm soapy water. I watched his strong hairy forearms and the virile veins in his biceps bulging from the sleeves of his T shirt each time pulled up the plunger to charge the syringe.
Sex to him was natural, and if he liked someone, he wanted to experience them, to taste them and have them taste him. He didn't charge, even if the other was older. In fact, he rather preferred his partners to be older.
Jordan didn't waste any time, as he kicked his shoes off, and shoved his pants down his legs. Pushing his shorts down, he followed Chad's lead, in kicking them off, so he too was naked. His cock was harder than he had ever felt it, but looking over at Chad's throbbing pole, he realized that Chad also was harder than he had seen him be.
When I'd worked up a good stroking rhythm of my own, I took one of my hands off the pipe and punched the washing machine button, turning it on. As Cliff had promised, it began to rumble and buck - and it added a good bounce to my fucking of his face.
I saw Greg got off Alex and scooted Josh aside. I felt Kyan slid out of me and walked over to Alex. Josh moved his body behind mine and started fucking me. And so a new sequenced began but not for long because I think Kyan felt uncomfortable doing his cousin.
I began fucking Casey with all my strength and put my finger in his mouth for him to suck it. He sucked like he was going to get cum out of it, but it did serve to block some of his guffaws.
He moved his hands, moistened with oil, onto my butt cheeks, which he kneaded and rolled in a sensuous motion. My cock came alive, and before I knew it I was grinding away with my pelvis, fucking the towel under me on the surface of the massage table.
Russ placed the head and began to slowly slide it down between his cheeks. Tom felt the flesh shivering at the touch and he bit his lower lip as the head reached his pink hole. He felt like screaming as he realized just how fucking big that cock head was.
Steve felt the cock pushing in and pulling out, a rhythm suddenly developing as Mark was face fucking him. He pulled his tongue out of the way and tried to open his throat more to accommodate the pulsing pole that now pushed in and out with a rather strident force.
A horny pilot and his co-pilot found themselves in lust. The cockpit seemed to be a nice place for fucking. As the plane flew high in the sky, those naked pilots were humping lustfully, trying to gain orgasm.
My back arched and I gasped as he took me in his mouth. It had been so damned long since I'd felt anything like that. Hunger. Naked fucking hunger. He sucked me hard, greedily, one hand caressing my balls, the other pressing flat on my abdomen. He took me in deep, sliding his hot, tight lips up and down.
He pulled me to him, then bent down and with the other hand slung me across his shoulders. I laughed in surprised delight as Alexander hoisted me up into the air. Carrying me like a wrestler would his opponent, he brought me into his apartment and kicked the door shut.
"Suck my big dick, you fucking asshole!" I commanded him, and obediently his mouth started working me, stroking and massaging my organ with his tongue and the inside of his mouth.
I've always had an exhibitionist streak, but it really took off my first year in the college dorms. I shared the cramped space with another guy, but luckily he was gone a lot. He was straight, with a girlfriend who had an insatiable appetite for fucking.
I knelt behind him, then lowered my mouth to his ass, licking and kissing every inch of him. I managed to get lubricant on my fingers...and on me, him, and the floor. I slid the first finger in gently, fucking him with it to relax and open him.
"I want you to fuck my ass and cum inside me. I want you to fuck me as hard as you can, as long as you can. Then I want you to not hate me." I looked at my long time friend and my very hard cock. I grinned at him. "Well, if we're going to dance, you're gonna have to lead, my man."
I kissed him and sucked his tongue. He picked me up as if I were weightless, and carried me to my bedroom. He put me down on my bed and took off his shorts. I looked at his thick, curly pubic hair and the huge fucking rod he was pointing at me. He had the biggest fucking cock I'd ever heard of.
My cock was swollen and hard and trying to get out of my jogging shorts. It fucking hurt, and precum had created a wet stain. I stared down at my own hardon, my betrayer, who had forced me into a moment I had prayed would never come.
By the time I was fucking him to the hilt, slapping my hairy balls against his own, Andy was no longer hung across the chair, but had raised himself up a fraction so as to grab hold of his own cock, still standing proud and drooling for attention.
"Now, what about sucking my big, hard dick?" he questioned, as he pulled his swollen shaft from his jeans. "After all, you're a professional footballer, so I've got no fucking problem with you".
The two powerful black men had immense peckers that Billy could barely get his mouth around, but it would do him little good to scream out because the prison was really run by the gangs and no guard would take a chance getting in the middle of a little friendly fucking.
O-oh my god, Carol gasped as a little dribble of cum ran down her husband's chin, you've turned him into a real fucking cocksucker!!! Reluctantly Art let the big dick slip from his lips, and after wiping the cum from his chin, he turned over and waited on all fours for Rod to take him from behind!
Nice short hair you got, cropped. Let me feel your face. Bit rough, chin, that's good, that's o.k. Grip my cock, at the base, that's it. Point me shaft at your mouth lad, all of it, all fucking eight inches. Open your mouth wide and push it in, get your throat ready.