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Gay Erotic Story
by Stepiquno Toglio
Had plans to take break from work as businessman in New York City for two months. He’d deciding to travel all over USA by driving his rented car, green military jeep Cherokee sport, in the adj days. He informed his business partners that he won’t be back until he would be ready to come back to work again. Pretty excited for his journey on the traveling to see what’s up with those cities. On
Gay Erotic Story
by Omofineboy
My friend Innocent invited me to a new generation church somewhere at the Lagos Mainland. On that fateful Sunday, we sat in the front row. The service was splendid. The church was packed and the atmosphere was charged. From the beautiful choir’s paraphernalia to the seraphic rendition of heavenly hymns, I loved every bit of it. But the icing on the cake was when the thirty-something
Gay Erotic Story
by Stepiquno Toglio
Got stress for Nahi Asho to find the potential lover. He wasn’t lucky enough to live in his city due to lack of having LGBTQ community. He had difficu
COCKFIGHTING
by Araddion
� R. Keith Peck
"Cockfighting" was originally published in Boys in Heat, ed. R. Labonte, Cleis Press
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He speaks behind, the blond one does, his voice scratchy from ambient cigarette smoke, over the very bluesy, very up-tempo harmony the band plays outside on the patio. It's not overly noisy inside the bar, since most everyone is on the patio swaying with the beat. But it's loud enough to keep him from being overheard.
"I'm not bullshitting you, pussy. I can produce a dude cum twice, just from pluggin' his hole. Hands free." He gazes across the U-shaped bar, through the windows which look down on the parking lot in front of the Buddha's Belly, the skater-cum-head shop next door. "You're lucky if the guy even feels your prong."
He shifts his jean-clad ass on the stool, taps a square-toed boot against the bar. A golden Van Dyke rings his lips. A dark blue bandana keeps his deal with free of his hair, but a flaxen ca
"You will be suckin' my dick when I get thru wit' you, faggot!" Lee shouted across the room. "Yeah whatever, hard-on!" I shot back. How had our friendship come to this I thought to myself? All over a bitch, a woman had reach between us was my obvious reply. But let me fill you in on the position up of this fight between buddies, this war between brothers, or at least a confidant who I was close enough with to call a brother at one time.
We are both 22 years mature and in the prime of our lives. I am white, 6'2", lb., brown curly hair, brown eyes, trimmed chest hair sitting on a body that could be starring in an infomercial. I also sport an adj " cut piece of man-meat that is shaved super smooth (the ladies luv it), and nice tight walnut sized balls(also shaved) that make up quite an memorable package. My former best friend (soon to be cock/sexfight opponent) Lee, is half African- American, you know that butterscotch complexion that women drool over! He is built like a brick house and knows it! He should be, we operate out together all the time, or DID work out all the second. Any
Coach Richard Patterson strolled through the college locker room after the basketball exercise shaking his head as he walked. The team scattered about the locker room alcoves stripping down and heading for the showers, each player trying to avoid the coach's eyes. It was Hank Collins who felt the coach's eyes on his back as he pulled his jock strap off and secured a towel around his waist before turning around to tackle his mentor.
"Coach," Hank said with a nod.
Patterson looked Hank in the eye. "So Collins, you really weren't too into practice today, were you?"
Hank looked down at the floor. "I tried coach. Doesn't that count for something?"
"Of course," Patterson said. "Effort is always recognized. It's just, your efforts sucked."
Hank looked up again, his mouth uncover. "Coach! Come on. I was trying. I'm just a bit distracted."
"Distracted? When you're on my time you're mind is on apply and the game. There is no distraction."
"Coach, I'm sorry. I know I could do greater. Give me a break, will ya?"
Coach Patterson's nostrils flared. "Break? You verb a break? I think