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Werewolves on the Nile (Ch. 3)
Outside, the sky was grey as dawn approached. When the sun rose, so would the heat. It wasn’t the guides seeing to the camels that woke Cain though. It was Strife pushing him onto his stomach, lifting his hips, and fucking him hard and fast with his freshly lubed cock. Normally, Cain didn’t mind a good morning fuck, when he wanted and expected it. This, though, had him snarling as he tried to pull himself away from Strife, only for Strife to capture his arms once more and hold them at the small of his back. Cain cursed the man up one side and down the other even as he felt his own pleasure rise in response to the hard fuck. Then… Strife paused.
By Kaiden Moss8 years ago in Filthy
Werewolves on the Nile (Ch. 1)
The window was open to let in a breeze, but it also let in the sounds and smells of the marketplace down below. His view of the area included scorch marks on the sides of buildings where rioters had burned everything they could get their hands on a few months back. Cain could hear the merchants as they called out to anyone who walked by their stalls. The buyers bartered and bickered over price as sellers tried to squeeze every pound possible out of the sale. The savvy on both sides eventually reached an agreement that met somewhere in the middle. Cain had more important problems than the price of saffron.
By Kaiden Moss8 years ago in Filthy
Reunion BroJob
Married "straight" guys who occasionally like to explore their secret attraction to other guys whilst simultaneously keeping their wives happily married and blissfully unaware of how they like to take their hidden sexual pleasures succeed at holding this all together in absolute privacy by carefully choosing their male partners not only on what they are packing and how handsome they are, but also on their ability to communicate and meet with the utmost discretion.
By Mark 8 years ago in Filthy
Bounded
The longing I feel for her is palpable. We are only a few feet away and I ache to touch her. A heated argument a few days ago has us in the middle of a cold war in our own home. The once summer warm bright love-filled home is now a cold abyss filled with hurt, pain, and unending longing. It is private hell for any couple. I have always found the fact true for a couple could sit in the same room, sleep in the same bed, and deny themselves each other.
By Yae Yae8 years ago in Filthy
A Sheep Among Wolves
Very rarely do prey wish to be consumed by a predator. Well, this is exactly the case within this community. The community in question is the gay male Chub/Chaser community.
By Peaches Alexander8 years ago in Filthy
Fragments of a Transwoman
I feel it again. Can't concentrate, incessantly aroused — it's coming on stronger this time. Couldn't sleep last night. Tossing and turning. Too humid. Terrified of having the dream — knowing I'd like it too much — I can't lose control.
By Eureka! 💡8 years ago in Filthy
Discovering Who I Truly Am
Hi, I'm Nate. I'm just a normal 15-year-old who does normal 15-year-old things: I watch Netflix, I eat (a lot), I sleep (a lot), and I also happen to be gay. To me, my sexuality doesn't define who I am; it is just an aspect of who I am. But anyway, that's not what today's story is. Today’s story revolves around my journey of self-discovery.
By Nate Chrisley8 years ago in Filthy
Growing Up Gay
Growing up, I always knew that I was different than the other boys in my grade. I was never into football or any sports for that matter regardless of how many I participated in, and I always preferred befriending the girls in my grade. My masculinity was always questioned especially in my middle school years when sexuality became a prominent topic and my differences started to shine through. Self-discovery is one of the hardest things someone has to go through in their college years, but being a gay teenager, that process had to come way earlier for me.
By Gage Robinson8 years ago in Filthy
Girl Meets Girls
I feel a warmness across my face. I open my eyes to see the sunlight beaming through the crack of my curtains and I quickly close them back up. I reach for my phone which I always have safely tucked under my pillow. I peak at my phone to check the time and it appears to be 1:43pm. The first thought streaming through my foggy brain is, "What happened last night?" With my mind still unclear of what happened I get up to have a glass of water. My mouth feels like I've been sleeping with cotton balls stuffed in there all night. After three generous gulps of water I head over to the bathroom. As I'm urinating, for what feels like forever, I look down at my arms and see several stamp marks on both sides of my inner wrist. On my left side there is a black dog paw print and also a blue thumbs up print. On my right side there is a black butterfly that is half smudge off and a red fine print that wrote 'PASS'. Looking at these stamps made it clear that I was out crashing numerous bars in The Castro last night. Castro is a well known street located in San Francisco, California. It is best known for the gayest street in SF. There are tons of gay bars, crazy sex toy stores, and even a little bakery that sells penis shaped cookies. I absolutely love The Castro. It feels a lot like home for me. Well maybe because I'm a lesbian and I like to drink and dance and I like doing that in Castro. I obviously did it last night. After releasing all the Adios Mother Fuckers, Long Islands, and beers from last night, I look in the mirror to see the person staring back at me has dark circles around her eyes and long black hair that look like she's been in a aggressive hair pulling fight. I turn on the faucet to brush my teeth, then I head back to bed. I grab my phone and check my text messages. As I'm reading my messages from my partners in crime last night, my mind is becoming more clear about the events that happened. I met a woman. I'm twenty three and I've been going to Castro for a little over two year now. So I have met my share of interesting ladies. Most girls I encounter I like to make up nicknames for them. Not because I forget their real names, but it's just a more fun way to remember them by. Here are some of the most interesting ladies that I’ve met.
By Emily8 years ago in Filthy
Why Lesbians Watch Gay Porn
I’m a lesbian and I watch gay male porn. Lights dimmed, door locked, and clothes off. A masturbation session usually starts with these three things. Once I’m in my bed with my private browser on, I have an internal battle with myself on what porn to watch. Sometimes I’ll go through 10 lesbian pornos, all brightly lit blonde babes with fake boobs fingering each other's hairless vaginas most likely still wearing their 6 inch stiletto heels. Nothing ever happens, no matter how hard I want to orgasm. I almost always end up watching gay porn.
By Harriet Gutierrez8 years ago in Filthy
Two Girls
Not once in my life did I ever think I would end up with two girlfriends. I've always been a ladies girl cheating on my partner and so on. I did always want them to get along but never really became a reality until just recently. To top it off they are sisters like they say two is way better than one. They have been the best I've had when one isn't there the other one is.
By Angie Ramos8 years ago in Filthy
2017: Year of Self Discovery
After that "new relationship start" period everything went well for the consecutive three years, in which my girlfriend and I have been together through thick and thin... at least until the prophetic day arrived:
By Alba Ongaro8 years ago in Filthy