Post Your GMF Fanfic -- You Fap You Lose!!

[Octo3.14]

"It's all about the pour", Jericho thought to himself as he roused from his sleep.

"It's all about the pour", he said to himself, this time closing his eyes and mouthing the words. He could still taste Claydon on his lips.

He didn't remember how the night got started, the wine left his memory hazy, but he would never forget the romance that soon followed.
Claydon had been having troubles with his marriage, as many newlyweds do, and he had reached out to the man he had formed a bond with over the last few months. Claydon felt his marriage was lacking something and he had to talk to someone.

It was a cool spring night when he showed up at Jericho's door, he needed to vent, and Jericho seemed like a man willing to listen.

"I brought wine" he said as Jericho opened the door, the subtle smiles they exchanged hinted at a restrained lust; neither one ready or willing to acknowledge.

"I'm more of a beer man myself", Jericho replied with a slight chuckle attempting to break the ice. "Come on in."

As they walked to the table, where they would reveal their innermost feelings to one another, they glanced into each other's eyes, but looked away sheepishly.
As Claydon discussed his marital problems, they began to stare more and more deeply into each other's eyes. Claydon had finally realized what his marriage was missing, a man.

Claydon pulled a corkscrew out of his jeans, Jericho noticed a slight bulge in Claydon's crotch, he tried not to look but he couldn't help himself. He opened the bottle.

"It's all about the pour", Claydon leaned across the table whispering gently into Jericho's ear. As Jericho watched him pour the perfect glass of wine, his mind raced to the things those graceful hands could do for him.

Claydon moved across the room, Jericho stood up and they embraced with all the passion they had been withholding from each other for so long.
"Here's a little something for the Jerribear" Claydon unzipped his jeans and his cock stood straight out, staring Jericho in the face. Much to his surprise, it was far from a little something, despite his rather svelte and effeminate frame, Claydon was hung.

And under the warming glow of the forum that connected them, Jericho took Claydon into his mouth and knew that the night was just begining.

[Le Goat]

wtf

[Le Goat]

gtfo failfag

[Jericho]

Duuuuude...Are you fucking kidding me? brb lots of barf

[Aegis]

Lots of words you typed there, words suck post mor tits.

[Jericho]

I believe this person is Bizz. Who lives in fucking Ontario???

[Le Goat]

...



******'s?

[Hoser]

I believe this person is Bizz. Who lives in fucking Ontario???

Playmate of the Year

http://www.silentpix.com/gallery/pics/jayde-nicole-nude-pictures/jayde-nicole-nude-pictures-017.jpg

Thats who!!

[Jericho]

Playmate of the Year

http://www.silentpix.com/gallery/pics/jayde-nicole-nude-pictures/jayde-nicole-nude-pictures-017.jpg

Thats who!!
Are you responsible for this? I will beat you.

[Satan]

ahahahahahahahahaha

I have no idea what the fuck, but this is HOF material

[Mustard]

Holy fucking shit

that just happened

[Phil Theehor]

Can we get a vbookie to set lines on whether the Jeribear pitches or catches?

[Jericho]

I will fucking beat a ******

[Satan]

Someone write a homoerotic goat and taters story

[Archetype]

Holy shit, how much does this cunt lurk?

[Jericho]

Holy shit, how much does this cunt lurk?
If you think this is some noob who lurked for a while, you're a lamebrain

[WET HOT MESS]

ahahahahahahahahaha

I have no idea what the fuck, but this is HOF material
SECOND!

[Jericho]

Guys been gone over a month. If he ever makes his way back in here, I'm gonna punch him in the mouth

[}{arlequin]

Holy shit, how much does this cunt lurk?
it's mongo.

[mongo]

ahahahahahahahahaha

I have no idea what the fuck, but this is HOF material

thirded.

[TylerDurden]

definitely h.o.f. material, although i'm sure goat will use it as f.a.p. material as well.

[Jericho]

This is not HOF material

Jericho took Claydon into his mouth

[WET HOT MESS]

hehehehe

[Bizz]

I believe this person is Bizz. Who lives in fucking Ontario???

Fuck you.

[TylerDurden]

This is not HOF material

you seem offended, or taken aback by the posting of this story...

is that because it's insulting fiction?
or revealing fact?

if it's the second, i'm, uhh, having some marital problems myself, big guy. *wink wink*

[}{arlequin]

As Jericho watched him pour the perfect glass of wine, his mind raced to the things those graceful hands could do for him.

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[WET HOT MESS]

A haunting image.

[Jericho]

A haunting image.
Now imagine he's saying NITAKINS!

[WET HOT MESS]

He won't! Cause I'm not Asian enough for him. Whew.

[Jericho]

I'm just letting you know exactly how haunting that image CAN be

[Bizz]

I'm not sure if this Octopie is quite nemesis material...

What do you think Joel?

[TylerDurden]

He won't! Cause I'm not Asian jerribear enough for him. Whew.

fix-ed.

[Daydreamer]

Mike is gonna be so broken hearted.

Or turned on.

[Hanover Fist]

Damn I laughed so hard when I read this I started a coughing fit.

[vasili denisov]

B---1 knew things would move quickly, so she wore a short dress, rose panties, a tight simple shirt, things that would be on the floor the sooner the better. She spoke to A---2 so briefly, it was a nothing space, like the blank grass in the stretch after a prison wall or before the enemy starts. Hey. Hey. What's up. Nothing much. Why bother with it all?

He was kissing hard, her body against the wall, his arms so tight around they almost pushed out her breath. B--- felt her skin grow hot and electric, her lips burning, as if her mouth were the whole universe, first a passionate exhale, then his penis was touching her lips, before she took it in an eager gulp, moving in an easy, free motion, only wanting all of this inside her.

She was soon bare assed and on her knees, a happy supplicant, the veiny mass in her mouth, his rear hard and taut in her hands, a muscular force that could crush down and happily destroy her. This pleasure seemed eternal, and yet over too soon, before A--- was inside, her tender lips broken open and rended, her body now vibrating with his hard, merciless thrusts, and the ecstasy of a good ravaging.

Soon, they fell apart, the A---'s fluid falling in drips burning almost as hot as her own skin, her nipples still stiff, the twin remaining buildings of a collapsed and pillaged city, B--- felt herself becoming like the white blinding light of the nearby bulb, a small eternal buzzing sun.

1. name withheld
2. name withheld

[Angry Ass Messican Dude]

OH
FUCK
YES
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[}{arlequin]

Claydon pulled a corkscrew out of his jeans,



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[ElemenoP]

I have no idea what the fuck, but this is HOF material

[Mustard]

Snow wouldn't be the only thing blowing in the Nebraska skies. Early morning had arrived and Taters and Redsox had to get up early to go check on Kerjack's horses to make sure they were warm enough from the bitter Nebraska winter winds.

They worked hard for several hours, milking the cows, brushing and feeding the horses. Kerjack was a real slave driver. Redsox laid back on a bail of hay to rest, Taters laid next to him.

They were inside the warm barn so they were comfortable. They both knew Kerjack wouldn't mind. Taters leaned over and kissed Redsoxs' wanting mouth gently. Redsox reached his arm around him and slowly pulled on his shirt till it came out of his tight jeans.

They kissed while Redsox ran his hand down Taters firm butt, getting a feel for the man he always desired. First one hand then both he had under his shirt and down his friends pants feeling his firm buttocks felt so wonderful. Redsox squeezed them tight while he kissed his friend deeper.

They continued to embrace, Taters slowly unbuttoned Redsox's shirt and unzipped his jeans, while they continued to embrace in a deep passionate kiss.

Tenderly they made love to each other right there that cold winter morning in the barn, while the horses and Kerjack now watched with intrigue. Redsox slowly slid his finger down into the warm area of Taters' wanting ass crack.

While continuing to kiss each other Redsox slowly began to finger fuck his negro comrade. This aroused Taters so he kissed him deeper. The sensations and sparks that ran up Taters spine were remarkable, feelings he had not felt in many years began to surface. The horses began to bray and whinny, and Kerjack began to rub one of his stud's packages in anticipation of the inevitable.

Redsox then used his mouth and undid Taters' jeans and used his teeth to pull his zipper down, and without his hands he was able to maneuver his friends cock head out of his briefs. Redsox continued to bury his face into Taters' jet black manhood as the smells were incredibly similar to watermelon. "Had Taters fucked a watermelon beforehand," Redsox thought?

Finally when Taters could not stand it any longer, Redsox wrapped his wanting mouth around his friends yearning cock. He engulfed the entire shaft slowly at first then harder and father down he went. Bobbing up and down deeply and eagerly. Kerjack, watching intently, began to do the same to his stud.

Taters, in the heat of the moment, exploded in Redsox's mouth with a force not to be rivaled even by dynamite. The load ran down Redsox's cheek and chin as he swallowed the rest with an eager and intent stare into Taters' eyes. Taters was deeply aroused by this and quickly got his second wind. He turned Redsox over slid his tight jeans down further and slowly slid his cock into Redsox's wanting ass.

Taters' cock head began to slide in further and further still. An incredible sensation ran through Taters' cock and spine. Redsox felt a tingling as well and a very comforting feeling as Taters worked his cock in and out of Redsox's wanting hole.

This continued for some time, and at this point Kerjack had already swallowed two loads from his stud. Redsox would tease Taters by tightening his love muscle, as Taters would drive his cock deeper into Redsox's ass. Then Redsox would release the pressure, this drove Taters crazy like a baboon with a crate of bananas. He never knew a queer that had control over him the way Redsox did.

Taters felt the pressure building inside his cock again and he could not stand it any longer. However, just as he was about to shoot his second load Redsox would tighten up his love muscle again, thus torturing his friend in a way he had never been tortured before.

Finally after the third time of Redsox doing this to Taters, he relaxed and Taters shot his milky cum inside his friends wanting ass. They both kissed tenderly as they reminisced in the smell of the barn and their man sweat. Kerjack, who had just received load number four from a different stud saw his opening now, and walked over to the two lovers. He just knew that Redsox and Taters would love to cum swap some horse spunk, and he wasn't disappointed as the three began to trade the horse jizz back and forth. Kerjack then sucked Taters' chocolaty cum out of Redsox's ass and fed it to Redsox, and they both moaned and convulsed uncontrollably.

Finally, they all fell asleep embraced together as the snow began to fall outside.

[Okie Medicvet]

Someone write a homoerotic goat and taters story

Nah, make it Hondo and Taters, and you might have something there.

And this is pure platinum. I still can't believe it wasn't deleted, but definitely a gmf milestone. :D

[Archangel]

Lots of words you typed there, words suckHey, fuck you.
I believe this person is Bizz. Who lives in fucking Ontario???
ElemenoP.

[Jericho]

Hey, fuck you.

ElemenoP.
El would not go to this trouble to fuck with me. Bizz loves to

[ElemenoP]

You're an admin, Jericho. Why don't you look up IPs?

[Jericho]

I already did. It doesn't match any others. I tracked the provider and came up with Ontario

[Satan]

You're an admin, Jericho. Why don't you look up IPs?He'd need one of us to walk him through the process.:p

[ElemenoP]

He'd need one of us to walk him through the process.:p
While holding his hand. And dick in his mouth?

[Le Goat]

I heard dick in mouth... the fuck am I missing?

[Das Kahlua]

Definitely System Admin.


I hear he's a dick.

[ElemenoP]

Well. Maybe this will help. The following posters are from Ontario. That I know of.

Me
Bizz
Tara
Hoser
29a
Cornflake
comicfan

[Archangel]

I already did. It doesn't match any others. I tracked the provider and came up with Ontario

I wasn't being entirely serious, you know.

[Jericho]

I wasn't being entirely serious, you know.
I was responding to El

[White.Rabbit]

HAAHAHAAHAH OMG WTF BBQ

[WET HOT MESS]

Hahaha, tater fucked a watermelon.

[Das Kahlua]

Hahaha, tater fucked a watermelon.

He loves that shit.

[WET HOT MESS]

I thought that was pretty fucking gold.

[Das Kahlua]

I thought that was pretty fucking gold.

Gold like taters' front teeth.

[WET HOT MESS]

Those are fake ones and laden with lead from China.

[Das Kahlua]

Those are fake ones and laden with lead from China.

That explains the birth defect that is taters.

[VoxAngelikus]

Yelram paused for a moment on the doorstep, reassuring himself that he wanted to go through with what was planned, then knocked on the door. Hoser answered almost immediately and motioned him in to the center of the room. There was an empty, cardboard box there.

Hoser sat back on his recliner as Yelram began undressing, starting with his pants to expose his freshly shaved balls to him as soon as possible. He neatly folded the pants and put them in the box, then removed his shirt to reveal his erect nipples. Slowly, he removed his shoes, socks and jewelry, until he stood naked in front of Hoser. He bent to seal the box with the tape placed beside it, then went to kneel before Hoser and offered his wrists.

Hoser wrapped a heavy vinyl cuff around each of Yelram's wrists. There were no buckles or hooks. Contact cement held them closed. They were not designed to be removed. He fastened a piece of chain between the wrist cuffs, then had Yelram stand and put a foot on the arm of the chair so that he could put a cuff around his ankle. The other ankle was cuffed and, again a chain connected them. He knelt between his legs and bowed his head. Neither had said a word, they both knew the ritual....

"You are certain that you want to do this?" It was more of a statement than a question. His presence had made his decision obvious.

"Yes, M' Lord," Yelram answered.

"From this time forward, you will have you will have no rights or limits other than those that I determine for you."

"I understand, M'Lord," Yelram answered. They had discussed his servitude in great detail and knew each other well from their numerous internet conversations. Hoser was confidant that he knew what Yelram was and wasn't capable of enduring and what would satisfy his needs.

"What is your 'Safeword'?" he asked.

"Rumplestiltskin." They had agreed that, if he ever invoked his safeword, his servitude would be instantly ended.

"Bow your head, and lift your hair," he commanded. Obediently, Yelram bent his head forward and lifted his hair free of his neck, letting the chain connecting his wrists dangle under his chin. As he placed the vinyl collar around his neck he could smell the contact cement that served as a reminder that this wasn't going to be one of their normal, short "play sessions." Hoser connected a short strap to the ring on the back of the collar and freed his wrists long enough to connect them to the bottom of the strap, pinning his arms behind his back. They both stood and he took a leash from the chair. Yelram winced slightly as clover clamps were placed on his nipples and again when Hoser fastened the leash to the chain connecting them and gave the leash a light tug, leading him to the bedroom.

Hoser led him to the foot of the four poster bed and put a spreader bar between Yelram's knees. The bar was wider than the chain connecting his ankles, making him squat slightly. He tossed the end of the leash over the bar connecting the top of the bedposts and unfastened his wrists, tying them to ropes fastened to the tops of the bedposts, spread eagling him. He felt him press against his back as he reached around to toy with the clover clamps then drop a hand to his already hard cock.

"Ahhh," Hoser said, feeling his hardness, "you're really going to love this, slut." Yelram knew better than to respond.

Hoser started with light floggers, preparing his body for what was to come.
Methodically, he worked from him back down to his knees, occasionally wrapping a tail around his body to catch a nipple or giving an uppercut to his throbbing balls.

The suede floggers were replaced with progressively heavier leather ones until his entire body was dancing with sensation and the only distinct blows were the uppercuts between his spread legs or when he pulled on the leash to lift his chest so that he could flog his underside.

Yelram was happy to realize that he wasn't being punished. He had done nothing wrong. Hoser was flogging him for his own enjoyment, and to establish his position as a slave. At last he felt the hard blows of a braided whip setting his ass on fire. The had both agreed that it would be good for him to wear some marks of his beatings, and the braided whip was assuring that he would.

Hoser removed the clover clamps and tossed the leash on a chair. Next he freed Yelram's wrists and refastened them to the backstrap. Gently, he pushed on his shoulder until he was bent over the footboard, Yelram’s face on the bed. He lay motionless, his body alive, trying to decide whether his suppressed sobs were from pain or ecstasy or both. Yelram felt first one, than another well lubricated finger thrust into his asshole and relaxed himself to receive him. His familiar cock plunged in and out of his asshole as he grabbed Yelram’s chest for leverage. At last, he collapsed on top of him and lay for a moment.

He got off Yelram, removed the spreader bar and led him to the bed. He idly played with his body until he was sleepy and then Yelram took his place on the rug beside the bed. Hosr leaned over the side of the bed and shoved a small silver ball connected to a wire deep inside Yelram's ass. "Good night, my darling slave," he said, patting his cock.

"Good night, M'Lord," Yelram responded quietly. He knew that he had pleased Hoser.

-------------------------------

In the dark, tiny closet, Archangel's sticky hands unclenched from around his cock, and he switched the off button on the video camera.

[UNC]

This thread is seriously disturbing.

[Phil Theehor]

This thread is seriously disturbing funny.

EDIT: Although, it is a little odd that none of our aspiring Henry Miller's have written about the girls of GMF.

[STDSkillz]

Hahahahaha, I love this thread.

[UNC]

Marcus was nervous as could be. It had taken him 4 years to get to this point. He had plotted since late 2005 what he would do today. He had came to Illinois and pretty much went from door to door questioning people...and it had finally paid off.

He wondered if he would get caught. He almost wanted to get caught. Wasn't that the whole point? Why kill someone from an internet forum if you can't take the credit?, He thought.

As he approached the ramp of the home that he was sure housed his soon to be victim, he looked around the neighborhood. What a dump, he thought to himself.

He knocked on the door.

As soon as Rich saw the man at his screendoor, his heart pounded. "What the fuck are you doing here, man?" He asked, sounding more angry than he had intended. "I mean, I didn't know you were visiting".

Marcus knew that he had several options here. He had went over them time and time again in his head. He wanted to feel his prey out...just to see if there was additional fun to be had other than the ultimate killing.

"It was spur of the moment", Marcus said, just as he had rehearsed. "I have suprised a few GMFers this week...I just left Zack's house this morning! The Cubs are playing today and I have tickets", he lied, "You interested?"

"Damn man, I thought you were about to start shooting", Rich said only halfjokingly. Marcus could see Rich's hands were shaking as he opened his screendoor and came outside.

"You're not gonna invite me in?" Marcus was getting a weird vibe and knew that his added fun was not to be had. He gripped the handle of the butcher knife tightly behind his back.

"Nah man, it's no use. I can't go today. I have alot of shit to do. It's really weird seeing someone in real life ---"

The knife sliced through his throat like butter. Marcus was no stranger to cutting human flesh and he knew exactly how and where to cut so that Rich would be incapable of screaming no matter how much he wanted too.

"Remember all that shit that went down between us in 2005? How we made up and shit?" Marcus knew Rich could hear him, though the knife inching it's way down to his stomach was probably the more pressing issue. "I was bullshitting, Bitch".

Marcus then finished him off. Stopped briefly to snap some pics for the forum. As he was about to leave he was stopped by the sound of a moter. When he turned around, Joey, Rich's brother was behind the screendoor.

"I didn't think you would do it", Joey said. "Here's that 20 bucks. When someone says Bunny Ranch, they should mean Bunny Ranch".

"Amen", Marcus said. He then walked back to his car. Ctrickster was there waiting and he had the pics to get her hot.

[VoxAngelikus]

"Jerribear and Claydon: Love as sweet as wine"
by OSU Mike


He was on his knees; right arm going back and forth between his own legs as he engulfed the boy’s cock down his throat with gusto.

Claydon had gusto for cock.

I couldn’t see the other boy. Claydon was keeping him at bay against the wall were the light coming from the corridor window illuminated only his bobbing head.

Sure, perhaps had my hiding spot offered a better visual I would have known, but I didn’t care for that, all my attention was for Claydon the cock-sucking-whore.

My own cock stirred.

Shit, but Claydon knew what he was doing. He was playing with that cock, running his tongue up and down; slurping it all the way in his mouth and making himself gag, profoundly.

I could tell he liked the roughness.

He was setting his own pace, the other just humped towards him now and then, feeling the pleasure of getting sucked off. He was grunting and the pace, which had already been frenetic since I had seen it, seemed to pick up.

Claydon’s hips rotated towards his palm. I could not see his cock. But hell, I won’t lie. I wanted to see it.

Instead, the terribly flush cock head of the unknown cock owner was all I saw. And even that would steadily disappear thanks to Claydon’s hungry mouth.

That little whore.

I studied how Claydon's ass wiggled helplessly in the air to give himself more leverage. My mouth watered for his ass. Even my cock agreed. I felt an overwhelming urgency to sink myself dry in him and spurt my cum in his hole.

“Oh baby, baby, suck my cock..!”

As if you had to tell him that, I thought sarcastically. Yet, hearing the mystery boy say that to Claydon made me more excited.

I squeezed my hardened cock through my school pants. It curled on my left tight, throbbing in need. I bit my lip as I masturbated mindlessly at the sight. I felt no shame.

I had no shame.

There was a loud, wet pop, and it had me shivering in lust.

Claydon was now jacking the guy off; his eyes all for the other as he slapped the head of the cock on his cheek. The guy’s pre-cum combined with Claydon’s saliva, gave an erotic splattering noise effect.

“You like me sucking you off?”

Holy fuck, he spoke back. Claydon’s mouth was as dirty as its performance, indeed.

My hand jerked faster on my cock, I grew inpatient about my pants covering it, but I was too horny to think of a solution.

Currently, I was too caught up by this delicious sight Claydon, unknowingly, was giving me.

“Claydon, I’m going to—”

“Yeah, that’s it, Jerribear. Give me your cum.” Claydon was breathless, starving.

My eyes widened even more. Not because of what he had said, although it was a phrase I had often fantasized about, but because I begun experiencing the harshest feeling of jealousy towards Jericho.

I fucking loathed him, completely detested him.

Claydon’s mouth should have been on my cock. He should have plead for my cum.

And the stupid fucker didn’t even know how to use a proper submissive slut when he had one.

Hell yeah, Claydon was a submissive slut. He all but screamed it, radiated it, wanted it so bad.

Had I been the one with my cock down Claydon’s throat, I would’ve been gripping his hair and choking him on it. I wouldn’t have cared if he’d vomited all over my cock because I would have fed it to him again; fed it till he cleaned it up, and implored to wash his mouth with my sperm.

I wanted to be so nasty to Claydon, it was killing me.

I wondered what would happen if I casually walked to him, my cock exposed and bouncing as I walked, poking it to his mouth as he sucked the other guy.

“Shit!” Jericho had orgasmed, finally grabbing Claydon’s head and pulling him all the way down. Kudos to him.

My eyes glittered as Claydon swallowed him all, loudly. His eyes closed in bliss; as if he had been the one ejaculating gloriously in a greedy hot mouth.

Claydon had not cum yet. His arm, though, was frozen still as his hand remained wrapped around his cock, not letting himself cum I suspected.

Jericho groaned appreciatively and pulled away from Claydon, who kissed the cock goodbye, jacking a squirt of cum on his tongue before winking up at the other.

Holly. Holly fucking shit.

“Thanks Claydon, nice doing business with you.”

Claydon gave him that smirk I thought I hated—that now I wanted to see wrapped around my cock as I surely broke it apart.

He looked high and proud. “Likewise.”

There was rustling sounds, a zipper going up and the boy departed just like that.

Luckily, in the opposite direction to where I was hiding.

Claydon remained on his knees, yet now he shifted so that I actually saw his hand still clutching his purple cock as he savoured the taste of cum in his mouth.

But I saw it. I saw Claydon's needy cock. Finally.

His pink tongue came out, licking at his bottom lip, slender fingers of his free hand rubbing at the sperm that he had missed out on.

If I ever wanted to do something with Claydon, there was my chance.

I was horny as shit, I would have even let Mongo touch my cock and my erection would have not died. And Claydon, he was desperate for release even more so than I—if possible.

Yet, the sight of him there, seeming to enjoy in the bliss of what he had done, made me curious to watch Claydon’s next move.

Claydon did not let me down.

He began stroking his cock again, other hand fiddling with his balls, as he arched his pretty ass and back.

Yes, just like that. I wanted to see him offering himself to me.

His cherub lips let out a low purr, one that forced my palm down my pants most-definitely-quickly, and I begun tugging like no tomorrow.

Claydon was so bloody hot. He was so dirty, he so, so, loved it.

When he came, I came. While he blessed the stone ground with his cum I soiled my pants in warm, thick gooey sperm.

Claydon would love cleaning me up, I was sure. That thought alone was enough for my spamming cock to go crazy again.

I watched Claydon fist his cock leisurely, almost forcing every single drop of cum out of the little slit—red, juicy looking little slit. He was watching himself too. Claydon seemed completely adoring of it, smiling and still shivering as he too felt the effects of his orgasm.

Then, the Slut Prince, I loved that name for him, tucked himself in with a secretive grin. He looked down at the mess he had made and I almost fell over as I witnessed Claydon kneel down as if in pray, and give a good sweep of his tongue to the cum covered ground.

The boy was nasty. I had to have him.

Claydon hummed in appreciation, looking completely besotted with the taste of his own cum. He smiled at the goo still remaining on the ground.

I was panting heavily. I trusted Claydon’s unlimited horniness to have made him ignorant of the noises I had let out beyond my control.

My heart, which had yet to slow down, jumped to my throat as I made my way to were Claydon had knelt. My legs were heavy, the feeling of cooling cum sliding down my legs exciting me again.

Claydon had licked his own cum, from the ground.

I knew that everything that I had seen ought to make me disgusted. And liking it should have been another reason why to be disgusted, this time with myself.

But I wasn’t made that way.

I wanted to see more, much, much more.

I poked at Claydon’s cum. It was cold now and much different looking to my ejaculation.

Claydon’s cum was clearer that mine and sticky. As I took my finger away from it, a line followed it before it broke apart. Without thinking, I brought my finger to my nose and inhaled.

Mmm.

I inhaled strongly, filled my lungs with Claydon’s essence.

He smelled so delicious, like a fine wine and cheese sampler; no wonder the whore liked the taste of his own cum!

Hesitantly, I licked at it and my cock went full commando. Yes, he did possess an inviting taste after all.

I stood back up, grinning to myself as I left the scene and proceeded to go the toilet like I had initially intended to do.

After all, I had some few things to take care of.

[Kerjack]

So this is what Sink was talking about...

[jemeske]

It's like we're there.

[Jericho]

You and me, Vox. We're fucking done professionally,man.

[Limp]

Holy fucking shit.

[Limp]

Vox just fucking killed it.

[/thread]

[VoxAngelikus]

Take that, GMF Fan Fic Motherfucker.

[Limp]

You and me, Vox. We're fucking done professionally,man.
I like how Jerribear didn't end it sexually with Vox.

[UNC]

I had to post my piece of shit right before Vox's masterpiece

[Hoser]

Yelram paused for a moment on the doorstep, reassuring himself that he wanted to go through with what was planned, then knocked on the door. Hoser answered almost immediately and motioned him in to the center of the room. There was an empty, cardboard box there.

Hoser sat back on his recliner as Yelram began undressing, starting with his pants to expose his freshly shaved balls to him as soon as possible. He neatly folded the pants and put them in the box, then removed his shirt to reveal his erect nipples. Slowly, he removed his shoes, socks and jewelry, until he stood naked in front of Hoser. He bent to seal the box with the tape placed beside it, then went to kneel before Hoser and offered his wrists.

Hoser wrapped a heavy vinyl cuff around each of Yelram's wrists. There were no buckles or hooks. Contact cement held them closed. They were not designed to be removed. He fastened a piece of chain between the wrist cuffs, then had Yelram stand and put a foot on the arm of the chair so that he could put a cuff around his ankle. The other ankle was cuffed and, again a chain connected them. He knelt between his legs and bowed his head. Neither had said a word, they both knew the ritual....

"You are certain that you want to do this?" It was more of a statement than a question. His presence had made his decision obvious.

"Yes, M' Lord," Yelram answered.

"From this time forward, you will have you will have no rights or limits other than those that I determine for you."

"I understand, M'Lord," Yelram answered. They had discussed his servitude in great detail and knew each other well from their numerous internet conversations. Hoser was confidant that he knew what Yelram was and wasn't capable of enduring and what would satisfy his needs.

"What is your 'Safeword'?" he asked.

"Rumplestiltskin." They had agreed that, if he ever invoked his safeword, his servitude would be instantly ended.

"Bow your head, and lift your hair," he commanded. Obediently, Yelram bent his head forward and lifted his hair free of his neck, letting the chain connecting his wrists dangle under his chin. As he placed the vinyl collar around his neck he could smell the contact cement that served as a reminder that this wasn't going to be one of their normal, short "play sessions." Hoser connected a short strap to the ring on the back of the collar and freed his wrists long enough to connect them to the bottom of the strap, pinning his arms behind his back. They both stood and he took a leash from the chair. Yelram winced slightly as clover clamps were placed on his nipples and again when Hoser fastened the leash to the chain connecting them and gave the leash a light tug, leading him to the bedroom.

Hoser led him to the foot of the four poster bed and put a spreader bar between Yelram's knees. The bar was wider than the chain connecting his ankles, making him squat slightly. He tossed the end of the leash over the bar connecting the top of the bedposts and unfastened his wrists, tying them to ropes fastened to the tops of the bedposts, spread eagling him. He felt him press against his back as he reached around to toy with the clover clamps then drop a hand to his already hard cock.

"Ahhh," Hoser said, feeling his hardness, "you're really going to love this, slut." Yelram knew better than to respond.

Hoser started with light floggers, preparing his body for what was to come.
Methodically, he worked from him back down to his knees, occasionally wrapping a tail around his body to catch a nipple or giving an uppercut to his throbbing balls.

The suede floggers were replaced with progressively heavier leather ones until his entire body was dancing with sensation and the only distinct blows were the uppercuts between his spread legs or when he pulled on the leash to lift his chest so that he could flog his underside.

Yelram was happy to realize that he wasn't being punished. He had done nothing wrong. Hoser was flogging him for his own enjoyment, and to establish his position as a slave. At last he felt the hard blows of a braided whip setting his ass on fire. The had both agreed that it would be good for him to wear some marks of his beatings, and the braided whip was assuring that he would.

Hoser removed the clover clamps and tossed the leash on a chair. Next he freed Yelram's wrists and refastened them to the backstrap. Gently, he pushed on his shoulder until he was bent over the footboard, Yelram’s face on the bed. He lay motionless, his body alive, trying to decide whether his suppressed sobs were from pain or ecstasy or both. Yelram felt first one, than another well lubricated finger thrust into his asshole and relaxed himself to receive him. His familiar cock plunged in and out of his asshole as he grabbed Yelram’s chest for leverage. At last, he collapsed on top of him and lay for a moment.

He got off Yelram, removed the spreader bar and led him to the bed. He idly played with his body until he was sleepy and then Yelram took his place on the rug beside the bed. Hosr leaned over the side of the bed and shoved a small silver ball connected to a wire deep inside Yelram's ass. "Good night, my darling slave," he said, patting his cock.

"Good night, M'Lord," Yelram responded quietly. He knew that he had pleased Hoser.

-------------------------------

In the dark, tiny closet, Archangel's sticky hands unclenched from around his cock, and he switched the off button on the video camera.

Thats not even close.










The ball was pewter.

[vasili denisov]

C..1 and D..2 started out only friendly, the air vibrant with the possibility and danger of greater things, comparing C..'s darling dark Fendi and D..'s gorgeous summery patchwork Marc Jacobs. You did the usual girl things, the ways men disappointed you, though of course you were good enough to score a good man, but what man worked as hard as you at the relationship?

So it started with a friendly hand holding, than someone said something funny, and there was more handholding. Could C.. tell D.. that she'd once pawed it to the nude pic of D.. floating around? But then D.. gave a quick curious kiss, and it was pointless. C.. gave a more assured kiss back, she'd done this before, the other girl would only have to fall into it. She gently caressed D..'s breast, feeling the response in the wet peck on her neck that opened into a happy breath.

But it was D.. who now showed enthusiasm. Her mouth pressed on C..'s for a blissful, too brief moment before she lifted C..'s shirt off, her lips making a few affectionate marks on the taut midriff, the whole a low mounting beat before her tongue and fingers fell on C..'s breasts with a man's hunger. Soon C.. felt the excited warmth of an oncoming rapture as first her crisp white pencil skirt was pulled off, then the dark Cosabella panties. Her fetching bare legs were given their due, slow kisses moving closer to the ripe, hot lines, soon wet with tongue, then fingers making soft thrusts and hard pokes.

It was then that C.. came for the first of many times, her body in a fitful pulse from the busyness below and the thoughts in her head. An image formed of D..'s payback, her creamy bare body bright with oil and sweat, her eyes closed and mouth open in eager surrender to C.. pushing a dildo deep in, before giving an eager, deep tonguing to the parted gorgeous folds, while gripping the tender lovely arcs of D..'s ass. All this and purse talk. What man could compete with it?

1. name redacted
2. name redacted

[Candycane]

*swoons*

[Claydon]

huh?

[Jericho]

huh?
You have inadvertently ruined my life

[Claydon]

You have inadvertently ruined my life

check ....... annnnnnnnd








mate

[vasili denisov]

This was what he wanted, this was why the deal had been made, to look at her now*. Here, among the stinking magnolia of the cemetery, the moonlight fell on the entangling forms of her golden hair and the supple curves below, like the worshipped contours of a sacred vessel. Her lips stayed in a gentle wordless smile as he looked on, while off to the side in the darkness, nine women stood in a row, heavy cloaks hiding their forms and faces, a single woman at the end sounding off a gong for each minute, until ten would be counted. He felt himself growing ever tense staring at her, pulsing with want that could never be fulfilled and a dread that would be. The gong sounded again, either the third or second to last. A bright sensual light gleamed from her eyes, perhaps from tears of regret as well. He tried to keep meeting her gaze, but his look fell inevitably below. Though there were the things that all men felt an urge to grasp and suckle, this was not the crude common hunger, but rather something like what primordial man might have when first coming upon a vein of diamonds or gold. This was the glittering heart of the world. This was - there was another thought, but the gong now sounded for the last time. He looked up at the woman, but she had turned away and begun to dress. Hands now held him firm then pulled him to a car. This had been the first part of the deal. Now came the second.

A contract made it easy. You signed it, though the terms might be punishing, you abided them. There was an ease in choicelessness. The contract was senseless and brutal, but so much of life was this, without guarantee of the vision in the cemetery, which was as close to the essence of this life as he would ever reach. All that came to him afterwards of this period was the cheap paint of hospitals, the smell soon overwhelming the remembrance of dying gravestone flowers. There were a number of surgeries, and of course, hormonal treatments. His curves ballooned into a crude sketch of what he'd coveted so long. His testes shrank to olive pits, his genitals resculpted into a sealed gate. They gave him other pills, and he became entirely blind. At some point he was given worn formless clothes that he knew were the same cloaks of the women in the cemetery, and shortly after, someone led him out of the hospital.

At this point, his life rarely changed. He slept on a straw mat in a room crowded with the other women. They were not allowed to speak to each other and never did so. Whether these women were once like him, willing to give everything to steal a look at a forbidden world, he never knew. There were simple meals of lentils and water, then hours spent somewhere underground stitching materials, his fingers soon becoming worn, yet more graceful than any part of him before all this. Later, they were led out to beg in the streets. He could tell the seasons by the amount of dust he breathed. They never kept the money, but always gave it to a supervisor. This supervisor then led them home, where there was another meal of lentils, then sleep. Early on while begging, he heard someone call a name familiar to him. "Thomas Parker", someone said over and over, each time more excitedly, perhaps very anxious. He wanted to move towards the voice, but was held back by one of the women. This tender, desperate woman calling a name was looking for somone, perhaps him, though if it was him, she moved past without recognition. Later that week, in the only deviation from schedule he ever made, one of the women led him to a place thick with the smell of magnolia, moving his fingers over a name in stone T. H. O. M. A. S. But why bother. Perhaps this Thomas Parker had been him, and now was mistaken for dead. Or not mistaken at all.

Sometimes, then more and more frequently, then almost all the time, of all people in the world, he would dream that he was this Thomas Parker, at home, in the middle of a long dull life, but dull from being without want. full with good meals, family, work. Occasionally during this life Thomas daydreamed of the woman he had once wanted, standing before him entirely naked but wrapped in a dark veil which distorted all the treasures and traps beneath. He would become tense with excitement of what lay under the veil, but fearful that she would indeed lift it, and that the light reflected off her soft face would fall on him like a killing hail. Other than this, Parker's days were endless, sometimes distracting himself with brief sensations of extreme hunger or exhaustion, from an imagined life of a blind beggar woman. These were just momentary illusions, however, from this solid existence. One dusk, as the sun burnt down from orange to a thin strip of blood red, he felt himself weary of all things of this life. Deep within him, he came up with a fleeting image of a boy with a sharp pitted face approaching the beggar woman, then sticking a knife deep in her center. It was one more small diversion, and not enough, so he closed his eyes on the world, forever.

*This was originally supposed to be a Vox-y type funny post about actual people here. However, it ended up a little disturbing, so I changed the one name to something fictional.

[VoxAngelikus]

“Men are victims of rape as well.”

It scared him, it scared OSUMike a lot. He eagerly kept reading, determined to find out what had really happened to him.

“Have you been raped? Ask yourself:
Was I forced or coerced into having sex against my will?
Was I threatened unless I performed sexual acts?
Was I drugged, then forced to have sex?
Was I forced to have sex after drinking?
Did he continue to have sex with me or perform sexual acts after I said 'no'?

You've been a victim of gay rape if you answered yes to any of these questions.”

OSUMike could no longer hold his tears back. His vision became clouded as tears started welling up. He placed a hand over his mouth to keep from screaming out loud. So that’s what gay rape was. Gay rape was when another man forced you to have sex when you didn’t want to. Just like Claydon had done.

OSUMike rubbed his eyes vigorously, determined to keep reading, even though he found it difficult to breathe due to the panic attack that was creeping closer and closer with each word he read.

“If you or someone you know has been the victim of rape, urge these following steps:
Call the police immediately.
Call a trusted friend to be by your side.”


“I was supposed to get help.” OSUMike whispered, mortified. He was supposed to ask someone to call the police. He was supposed to get help, “Call the police immediately.” And now it was too late, it had been weeks, what could he do now?

OSUMike was still crying, and still reading about the subject, when Jericho, BIG PIZZ, and his boyfriend Archangel came home an hour later. From the front door, they could see OSUMike where he was sitting, and they all stopped dead in their tracks when they saw the broken, crying boy in front of the computer. OSUMike turned his head towards them and gave them a dead stare.

“I was supposed to get help.” he said, his voice hoarse from crying. They still just looked at him, all three of them too surprised to say anything. “Archy, Claydon gayraped me when we went out for wine and cheese last month.”

Archangel dropped what was in his arms and ran for the man who plunged his meat joystick into his anal cavity every night. The man who looked so lost, so hurt, and so dead. The man who just admitted to have been raped when he was supposed to be out for a harmless night of wine and cheese with an old high school pal.

“Oh my baby, my baby.” He cried over and over as he threw his arms around him and wept. Jericho fell to the floor where he was, and BIG PIZZ had to hold his hair back as he emptied the contents of his stomach on the hall floor. Suddenly everything fell into place in Jericho's head. Finally he knew why just about a month ago, Claydon had suddenly stopped talking him and calling him on the phone, and hitting him up on AIM. Jerribear's world came crashing down around him.

"We'll get him, Mikey," Archangel cried, as they held each other in the hallway. "We'll get that no good son of a bitch."

[Jericho]

hahahahaha...Jesus, dude.

[mongo]

lulz.

[UNC]

Vox...do one where I get to fuck some pornstars. Be sure to include April Summers and Monique Alexander

[Satan]

This is by far the greatest thread of all time.

[jemeske]

Then do one where I'm there, making witty observations to distract from my small penis.

[Archangel]

Me and OSUmike? Me and Yelram? What did I ever do to Vox to deserve this?

[UNC]

Maybe it's what you didn't do

[VoxAngelikus]

Me and OSUmike? Me and Yelram? What did I ever do to Vox to deserve this?

Don't forget this:


http://i44.tinypic.com/vni05c.jpg

[Archangel]

Yeah, I really don't think that outside of "chordata" and "mammalia", I belong in any category together with those guys.

[VoxAngelikus]

“Wrestling in the ring, 'Rasslin' in the bed”
by "jerribear69"


My reign as World Heavyweight Champion would not stop at the Royal Rumble. I knew it in my gut before the match even started. Archangel and his annoying mic skills put up a good fight though; I was almost surprised. But in the end I prevailed. That belt is my life. It represents everything I want: success, power, my undisputable sexual domination over all others. I should know, I took it from the most egoistical, cruel and dominating individual I have ever known.

OSUMike still won't forgive me for my "betrayal". The Oklahomo had wanted me as his sexual pet. Maybe in his own twisted mind, that was the equivalent of a show of affection. But OSUMike had been too demanding, too controlling. Had he been stronger, I would have been able to accept it, perhaps. But he was not. I was the most powerful, and I needed to prove it.

OSUMike was crushed. Our relationship ended, damaged beyond repair. Had I loved him? At some point, I probably had. He was shining like a sun when I first met him, and as a rookie, I was naturally drawn to him. I was overjoyed when he made took me aside in a dark corner of the dressing room and let me shoot steroids into his hot, pulsing, rock hard cock.

I was proud when he chose to fuck me instead of RedBEARD. I craved his smile after I won a match, a tap on the shoulder. I thought I would be happy to always be second to him. I supported him, helped him retain and regain the title. "His" title. I worshipped him. Everything then, everything had been about Oklahoma State University Mike.

Then the illusion cracked. RedBEARD left. Or was betrayed when the Oklahomo proved he was all about impulse when it came to who he shared his gay love with. Whatever you choose. OSUMike seemed to get weaker and weaker by the week. Or maybe I just got stronger. Our relationship had always been clear from the beginning: OSUMike was in charge, for everything. But I was becoming too powerful. I couldn't take it anymore, to the point where the animal in me screamed for his blood.

I took the belt from him. He couldn't accept it. I crushed him even further in a Steel Cage, left him bloodied and battered, almost unable to stand. He recognized my superiority, and we never talked again.

Those days have been over for years now, and as Ric Flair would say, "I am the Man". I believe I am one of the most powerful wrestlers in Fantasy WWE, if not the most powerful. My next scheduled title defense would be at Wrestlemania. Whoever wins the Royal Rumble tonight will possibly take a shot at my title to headline the Granddaddy of Them All. I am not worried, I know I will win. I am in the best shape of my life, and I fear no one. Physically, mentally, I may very well be the best right now. I will take any attempt to take my belt from me personally.

That title is mine, and mine alone.

----

Only two were left in the ring.
Wrestlemania.
The Jerribear and Claydon "The Trouser Snake" eyed each other, knowing exactly what the other thought.
Wrestlemania.
They fought.
Wrestlemania.
They fucked.
Wrestlemania.
Blood had already been spilt earlier that night. They bled even more.
Wrestlemania.
They used that blood to lube each other's assholes, and while they executed the moves with the greatest of ease, they would take turns sliding fingers in and out through their wrestling tights.
Wrestlemania.
One of them was launched other the top rope, the other stood proud in the ring.
Wrestlemania.
In front of millions, they both acknowledged each other's strength, paying respect to a fellow warrior. Only for the sake of appearance. In the mind of the victor, only one thought resounded.
WRESTLEMANIA.

But underneath that thought, there was one thing that both men could not get out of their minds. The nights spent in post-coital cuddles. The slick feeling of sweaty skin rubbing together.

Jerribear knew that later tonight, he would be wrestling a very different kind of trouser snake.

Tonight, both men were winners.

[WET HOT MESS]

I've read this thread over about 4 or 5 times and it gets better every time.

[Limp]

I cannot explain the hardon I get while reading Vox's posts.

[medlar]

“Wrestling in the ring, 'Rasslin' in the bed”
by "jerribear69"

Only two were left in the ring.
Wrestlemania.
The Jerribear and Claydon "The Trouser Snake" eyed each other, knowing exactly what the other thought.
Wrestlemania.
They fought.
Wrestlemania.
They fucked.
Wrestlemania.
Blood had already been spilt earlier that night. They bled even more.
Wrestlemania.
They used that blood to lube each other's assholes, and while they executed the moves with the greatest of ease, they would take turns sliding fingers in and out through their wrestling tights.
Wrestlemania.
One of them was launched other the top rope, the other stood proud in the ring.
Wrestlemania.
In front of millions, they both acknowledged each other's strength, paying respect to a fellow warrior. Only for the sake of appearance. In the mind of the victor, only one thought resounded.
WRESTLEMANIA.

But underneath that thought, there was one thing that both men could not get out of their minds. The nights spent in post-coital cuddles. The slick feeling of sweaty skin rubbing together.

Jerribear knew that later tonight, he would be wrestling a very different kind of trouser snake.

Tonight, both men were winners.


I have a need to get to the Babe forums to clear the imagery and keep my fap fodder in perspective.

[Bastard]

I have a need to get to the Emergency Horse Pictures II thread to clear the imagery and keep my fap fodder in perspective.

Fixed

[medlar]

Fixed

I'm taking this to Forum Etiquette, on account of misconstruing another person's post.

[Jericho]

I think Vox has an unhealthy fixation on me

[UNC]

That fixation by it's very definition is unhealthy

[Bizz]

I'm gay.

Fixed.

[VoxAngelikus]

I think Vox has an unhealthy fixation on me

I'm just creatively challenged.

[VoxAngelikus]

I APPROVE OF THIS POST ~James Banon

There was no conversation. No plan. No foreplay. Just mouth to mouth, lips clamping and sucking on lips, tongue twisting against tongue, sliding against teeth. Banon had his shirt torn off of his chest with out consent, not like he needed it though. He was Sink's and only Sink's. Kissing again, god how greedy it was. Tits being squeezed by his hungry hands through Sink's soaked top, nipples clearly visible. He had him on his back, they were in his room, on Sink's untidy, sagging bed. Sink pinned him, claimed his mouth again, hands at her chest once more.

Sink straddled Banon as he whipped off the wet top from his curved form, shocking his skin with the cold air. Though this was only momentary, for Banon sat up and took Sink's left nipple into his warm, soft mouth, sucking with vigor as he played with the right one between his gentle fingers. Sink held his head in her arms, what a lust filled boy. Had he always desired him like this? To think so made him enjoy this all the more. He closed his eyes as a heated moan from his lips released Banon's name into the night air.

Banon’s eyes moved up to Sink's pleasured face as he began to plant feathery kisses upon his head. He was absolutely beautiful, there were no other words for it. Banon released his hardened nipple and moved face to face with his lover. Sink's eyes half opened momentarily, a small satisfied smile opening his mouth. Then he brought Banon's head forward and connected in a full hearted kiss once more. Fuck, his lips were so soft, so wet. Loved that tongue, couldn’t get enough of it.

Sink's hands were on his bare shoulders now, pushing him down into the pillows. The scent of sweat, Cheetos and gym socks was all around him; it was taking over his senses. All that mattered was Sink, to hell with the rest of the world!

Sink's stubby fingers enveloped Banon's pulsating member, oh fuck, it was like velvet and silk being tied onto him at the same time. He groaned longingly as Sink began to pump him, slowly at first, then picking up the pace in an electric rhythm. He was going to lose his mind, this was too much. Faster and faster, he was showing no signs of slowing down. Didn’t Sink know if he kept this up he was going to explode? He could feel his leg begin to twitch. No! It was going to be over too soon. Faster and harder still, Banon didn’t have it in him to tell Sink to let up. His muscles tensed, his back arced, a shuddering moan issued out into the dark as his orgasm convulsed all over Sink's hand.

Banon collapsed; he could hear Sink sucking up his hot man seed even through his heavy breathing, “Sinky… why?”

But Sink didn’t answer his inquiry straight away. Instead he climbed over him again, his body lying down on the entire length of Banon's. His arms wrapped around his torso, head in the crook of his neck, so he held Sink as well.

“I wanted to squeeze the first one out,” he told him softly, almost in a whisper, “that way when we… connect…” he kissed his neck, “we can enjoy it as long as possible.” Sink's fingers were gently playing with Banon's hair. A moment later he spoke again, just as soft as before, “When you’re hard again, let me know…”

[Summer]

motherfuck, that was hot.

[redsox39]

The transfer to my new vacation in the multinational company was exciting.We had to sell our house, that we loved, but both my wife Sue and I likedto experience new places and cultures and moving to the big city wasfascinating. We have been living in a beautiful apartment for 1 month now,with a very kind landlord living in the same house who has been helping usa lot. By the way; I'm Taters, thanks to my lucky genes I'm still slimand rather tall, deep brown eyes and slightly graying hair to go with my ebony skin. Well, you don't see thatmuch of the colour, cause as you know the hair can get thinner for somemen. And as I noticed it did I didn't want that stupid look when a mantries to hide his beginning baldness with longer hair blowing in the wind.So I frankly had it very short cut. Back home -- sorry, this is home now-- I was going to gym just 1-2/week and did some swimming too, but as far Ihaven't found my gym yet. The connections to my office were excellent, commuter train andunderground. With a 15 min walk to the office if I used the side streets.And so I did. Also gue to the possibility to pass an adult store andarcade. Not that I would never enter it but just to give a quick glance asI passed. I must say there was alwas something new in the window to peekon, a dildo, some neglice, a leather thong. As I passed this morning I noticed there were some metal ball stretchers ondisplay. I had heard of those and the idea of some weight pulling my tightballs didn't leave me for the whole day. I don't know if the others noticedthat the later of the day the more I couldn't concentrate on my job. Mymind was spinning -- how would I feel, could I use one. As I left theoffice I was determined not to enter the shop but the loser I came the moreunsure I got. Just to find myself standing inside a shop with rows ofdildos to the right, stands with porn mags and signs to the DVDs. I did aneffort to act experienced browsing the content trying to find the ballstretchers to get out as fast as possible. Not that my wife would bewaiting at home she would come later tonight. "Can I help you?" the male voice woke me up. He looked my own age, shortcut hair, he was dressed in tight leather trousers revealing a nice bulgeand the black tight T announcing "Keep it up" revealed a well trimmed body."Yes, I'm wondering about the ball stretchers" "This way, please." We went to a counter containing cock rings and metaltools I didn't know the use of. As he started to pick the different typesfrom the counter he said: " First time to try one? Hi my name is Goat, I remember my first time" And I had to admitthat. He told me that it was very important that my sac was clean not toirritate the skin and that I should be careful with the size. " How do Iknow the correct size?" "Depends on how low they are hanging now" he said, talking about my ballslike it was the most familiar topic. I blushed and swallowed. "Then I'mnot sure." "Trust me I can help you. Follow me." He said not giving me any possibilityto protest. He went behind a stand with DVDs close to door to the arcade."Take of your jacket and drop you trousers, that I can see." I wasshocked. And he smiled. "Don't worry. I know what you have down there. Doremember what kind of shop this is." For some reason that eased me up and Idid as he said. As I heard the trousers hit the floor I automaticallylifted the shirt. He went down o his knees and pulled down my whitebriefs. "Looks very good." he said, "You have a hot thick uncut 6 incherthere. Your wife must love that one." I was totally unprepared as I grabbedmy balls. And let out a gasp as he squeezed them together and pulled themdown. "I gotta do this to know the size of the stretcher." He went on for awhile squeezing and pulling my balls. I let out a soft moan. "First timeanother man has your balls in his hand?" "I just nodded. "Looks like you enjoy some ball playing." "Yes I do." But how did he know I loved that? He told me he would get somestretcher to try. As I looked down I saw that my dick was dripping pre-cumalready. Had he seen that? I put my index finger to the top of my dick todry it up and licked my finger. At the same time taking in the big posterin front of me of a handsome man fucking a hot woman from behind. All of asudden he stood there, smiling at me licking the pre of my finger. "There are two things that would be good for u to know before you use thestretcher. "You should have your balls smooth, and then you need to have agood amount of lube on your sac. So I took this hair remover. Is it ok if Iapply it?" he asked. "Sure, never done that." "Can you step out of your trousers and take of your shirt that thechemicals won't spoil the fabric." Like an obedient pupil I did as he toldme. As I was standing there totally naked I realised what I was doing. I,an ordinary husband and a normal guy was standing completely naked in frontof a stranger in an adult shop. The scene cleared to me and I felt theblood rush to my cock. What -- did this whole situation turn me on? Itwasn't too late to get your clothes and run. But I didn't. I somehow likedthe thrill. As he applied the hair remover I gasped again as he touched myballs and my cock went rock hard at ounce. I felt him apply some remover atmy bush and treasure trail too. Closing my eyes and moaning with everytouch from his hand. "Now you need to wait 20 min before you shower. And remember the time. Thisis a new one, very effective, and one guy had it on for 40 min and it tookhim one year to have some thin pubes back. You can go inside the arcade towait. Think that might be a better place than here on display in the shop.There is a shower there too. I'll see you later." With that he opened thedoor and pushed me inside the arcade. There I was, adjusting to the dim light. Naked, with a trobbing cock and myclothes in the shop. I was trapped. What was I to do to hide? Or did I needto hide? My barriers told me to run out and my cock told me -- just enjoy.

[Satan]

Vox pwns hard

[Satan]

The transfer to my new vacation in the multinational company was exciting.We had to sell our house, that we loved, but both my wife Sue and I likedto experience new places and cultures and moving to the big city wasfascinating. We have been living in a beautiful apartment for 1 month now,with a very kind landlord living in the same house who has been helping usa lot. By the way; I'm Taters, thanks to my lucky genes I'm still slimand rather tall, deep brown eyes and slightly graying hair to go with my ebony skin. Well, you don't see thatmuch of the colour, cause as you know the hair can get thinner for somemen. And as I noticed it did I didn't want that stupid look when a mantries to hide his beginning baldness with longer hair blowing in the wind.So I frankly had it very short cut. Back home -- sorry, this is home now-- I was going to gym just 1-2/week and did some swimming too, but as far Ihaven't found my gym yet. The connections to my office were excellent, commuter train andunderground. With a 15 min walk to the office if I used the side streets.And so I did. Also gue to the possibility to pass an adult store andarcade. Not that I would never enter it but just to give a quick glance asI passed. I must say there was alwas something new in the window to peekon, a dildo, some neglice, a leather thong. As I passed this morning I noticed there were some metal ball stretchers ondisplay. I had heard of those and the idea of some weight pulling my tightballs didn't leave me for the whole day. I don't know if the others noticedthat the later of the day the more I couldn't concentrate on my job. Mymind was spinning -- how would I feel, could I use one. As I left theoffice I was determined not to enter the shop but the loser I came the moreunsure I got. Just to find myself standing inside a shop with rows ofdildos to the right, stands with porn mags and signs to the DVDs. I did aneffort to act experienced browsing the content trying to find the ballstretchers to get out as fast as possible. Not that my wife would bewaiting at home she would come later tonight. "Can I help you?" the male voice woke me up. He looked my own age, shortcut hair, he was dressed in tight leather trousers revealing a nice bulgeand the black tight T announcing "Keep it up" revealed a well trimmed body."Yes, I'm wondering about the ball stretchers" "This way, please." We went to a counter containing cock rings and metaltools I didn't know the use of. As he started to pick the different typesfrom the counter he said: " First time to try one? Hi my name is Goat, I remember my first time" And I had to admitthat. He told me that it was very important that my sac was clean not toirritate the skin and that I should be careful with the size. " How do Iknow the correct size?" "Depends on how low they are hanging now" he said, talking about my ballslike it was the most familiar topic. I blushed and swallowed. "Then I'mnot sure." "Trust me I can help you. Follow me." He said not giving me any possibilityto protest. He went behind a stand with DVDs close to door to the arcade."Take of your jacket and drop you trousers, that I can see." I wasshocked. And he smiled. "Don't worry. I know what you have down there. Doremember what kind of shop this is." For some reason that eased me up and Idid as he said. As I heard the trousers hit the floor I automaticallylifted the shirt. He went down o his knees and pulled down my whitebriefs. "Looks very good." he said, "You have a hot thick uncut 6 incherthere. Your wife must love that one." I was totally unprepared as I grabbedmy balls. And let out a gasp as he squeezed them together and pulled themdown. "I gotta do this to know the size of the stretcher." He went on for awhile squeezing and pulling my balls. I let out a soft moan. "First timeanother man has your balls in his hand?" "I just nodded. "Looks like you enjoy some ball playing." "Yes I do." But how did he know I loved that? He told me he would get somestretcher to try. As I looked down I saw that my dick was dripping pre-cumalready. Had he seen that? I put my index finger to the top of my dick todry it up and licked my finger. At the same time taking in the big posterin front of me of a handsome man fucking a hot woman from behind. All of asudden he stood there, smiling at me licking the pre of my finger. "There are two things that would be good for u to know before you use thestretcher. "You should have your balls smooth, and then you need to have agood amount of lube on your sac. So I took this hair remover. Is it ok if Iapply it?" he asked. "Sure, never done that." "Can you step out of your trousers and take of your shirt that thechemicals won't spoil the fabric." Like an obedient pupil I did as he toldme. As I was standing there totally naked I realised what I was doing. I,an ordinary husband and a normal guy was standing completely naked in frontof a stranger in an adult shop. The scene cleared to me and I felt theblood rush to my cock. What -- did this whole situation turn me on? Itwasn't too late to get your clothes and run. But I didn't. I somehow likedthe thrill. As he applied the hair remover I gasped again as he touched myballs and my cock went rock hard at ounce. I felt him apply some remover atmy bush and treasure trail too. Closing my eyes and moaning with everytouch from his hand. "Now you need to wait 20 min before you shower. And remember the time. Thisis a new one, very effective, and one guy had it on for 40 min and it tookhim one year to have some thin pubes back. You can go inside the arcade towait. Think that might be a better place than here on display in the shop.There is a shower there too. I'll see you later." With that he opened thedoor and pushed me inside the arcade. There I was, adjusting to the dim light. Naked, with a trobbing cock and myclothes in the shop. I was trapped. What was I to do to hide? Or did I needto hide? My barriers told me to run out and my cock told me -- just enjoy.

Paragraphs. Use. Them.

[VoxAngelikus]

How not to post GMF Fanfiction.

The transfer to my new vacation in the multinational company was exciting.We had to sell our house, that we loved, but both my wife Sue and I likedto experience new places and cultures and moving to the big city wasfascinating. We have been living in a beautiful apartment for 1 month now,with a very kind landlord living in the same house who has been helping usa lot. By the way; I'm Taters, thanks to my lucky genes I'm still slimand rather tall, deep brown eyes and slightly graying hair to go with my ebony skin. Well, you don't see thatmuch of the colour, cause as you know the hair can get thinner for somemen. And as I noticed it did I didn't want that stupid look when a mantries to hide his beginning baldness with longer hair blowing in the wind.So I frankly had it very short cut. Back home -- sorry, this is home now-- I was going to gym just 1-2/week and did some swimming too, but as far Ihaven't found my gym yet. The connections to my office were excellent, commuter train andunderground. With a 15 min walk to the office if I used the side streets.And so I did. Also gue to the possibility to pass an adult store andarcade. Not that I would never enter it but just to give a quick glance asI passed. I must say there was alwas something new in the window to peekon, a dildo, some neglice, a leather thong. As I passed this morning I noticed there were some metal ball stretchers ondisplay. I had heard of those and the idea of some weight pulling my tightballs didn't leave me for the whole day. I don't know if the others noticedthat the later of the day the more I couldn't concentrate on my job. Mymind was spinning -- how would I feel, could I use one. As I left theoffice I was determined not to enter the shop but the loser I came the moreunsure I got. Just to find myself standing inside a shop with rows ofdildos to the right, stands with porn mags and signs to the DVDs. I did aneffort to act experienced browsing the content trying to find the ballstretchers to get out as fast as possible. Not that my wife would bewaiting at home she would come later tonight. "Can I help you?" the male voice woke me up. He looked my own age, shortcut hair, he was dressed in tight leather trousers revealing a nice bulgeand the black tight T announcing "Keep it up" revealed a well trimmed body."Yes, I'm wondering about the ball stretchers" "This way, please." We went to a counter containing cock rings and metaltools I didn't know the use of. As he started to pick the different typesfrom the counter he said: " First time to try one? Hi my name is Goat, I remember my first time" And I had to admitthat. He told me that it was very important that my sac was clean not toirritate the skin and that I should be careful with the size. " How do Iknow the correct size?" "Depends on how low they are hanging now" he said, talking about my ballslike it was the most familiar topic. I blushed and swallowed. "Then I'mnot sure." "Trust me I can help you. Follow me." He said not giving me any possibilityto protest. He went behind a stand with DVDs close to door to the arcade."Take of your jacket and drop you trousers, that I can see." I wasshocked. And he smiled. "Don't worry. I know what you have down there. Doremember what kind of shop this is." For some reason that eased me up and Idid as he said. As I heard the trousers hit the floor I automaticallylifted the shirt. He went down o his knees and pulled down my whitebriefs. "Looks very good." he said, "You have a hot thick uncut 6 incherthere. Your wife must love that one." I was totally unprepared as I grabbedmy balls. And let out a gasp as he squeezed them together and pulled themdown. "I gotta do this to know the size of the stretcher." He went on for awhile squeezing and pulling my balls. I let out a soft moan. "First timeanother man has your balls in his hand?" "I just nodded. "Looks like you enjoy some ball playing." "Yes I do." But how did he know I loved that? He told me he would get somestretcher to try. As I looked down I saw that my dick was dripping pre-cumalready. Had he seen that? I put my index finger to the top of my dick todry it up and licked my finger. At the same time taking in the big posterin front of me of a handsome man fucking a hot woman from behind. All of asudden he stood there, smiling at me licking the pre of my finger. "There are two things that would be good for u to know before you use thestretcher. "You should have your balls smooth, and then you need to have agood amount of lube on your sac. So I took this hair remover. Is it ok if Iapply it?" he asked. "Sure, never done that." "Can you step out of your trousers and take of your shirt that thechemicals won't spoil the fabric." Like an obedient pupil I did as he toldme. As I was standing there totally naked I realised what I was doing. I,an ordinary husband and a normal guy was standing completely naked in frontof a stranger in an adult shop. The scene cleared to me and I felt theblood rush to my cock. What -- did this whole situation turn me on? Itwasn't too late to get your clothes and run. But I didn't. I somehow likedthe thrill. As he applied the hair remover I gasped again as he touched myballs and my cock went rock hard at ounce. I felt him apply some remover atmy bush and treasure trail too. Closing my eyes and moaning with everytouch from his hand. "Now you need to wait 20 min before you shower. And remember the time. Thisis a new one, very effective, and one guy had it on for 40 min and it tookhim one year to have some thin pubes back. You can go inside the arcade towait. Think that might be a better place than here on display in the shop.There is a shower there too. I'll see you later." With that he opened thedoor and pushed me inside the arcade. There I was, adjusting to the dim light. Naked, with a trobbing cock and myclothes in the shop. I was trapped. What was I to do to hide? Or did I needto hide? My barriers told me to run out and my cock told me -- just enjoy.

[Satan]

If you jammed that giant paragraph into okie's stretched out cooter, she could totally get off. That's how fucking big it is.

[Summer]

I just went back and read the entire thread. laughing. I forgot how fucking funny gmf can be.

[VoxAngelikus]

That did it. Archangel was sick of the arguing and bitching… instead of continuing with this useless bantering, he strode over to where Redsox39 stood, grabbed his t-shirt and whipped it off. Before Redsox39 could say anything about it, Archangel gripped his wrist. “Get your ass on the bed,” he said with a heavy glower.

“Or what?” Redsox39 snarled back.

Archangel huffed out a heavy breath, then swung Redsox39 back to the bed. Shocked, Redsox39 stumbled and hit the bed with his back. He went to sit up, but Archangel was on him in a flash, grabbing both wrists and pinning them to the bed. He climbed atop the boy and grunted. “Here’s some news--you’re mine, Redsox39. Okay? You’re mine to flip and fuck anytime I want, because I get what I want… like you said,” he said, feeling mindless.

Redsox39 shook his head slightly, looking up at Archangel with impertinence. “Christ. You’re a fucking double-standard all over, Paul. You’re gonna fuck me, let me go home then go out looking for some chick that puts out for anyone. Fucking slut.”

Archangel made a snide smile and gripped Redsox39’s wrists harder. “Little shit… I give you what you want. I fill your ass and make you happy.”

“Yea. I’m just thrilled with you being an asshole.”

“Then why’d you bother with me at all?”

“Because you’re a slut. Because I knew you’d go for it, me being a guy or no,” Redsox39 casually replied.

“You’ve got some fuckin’ nerve.”

“Damned right, I do.”

As angry as Archangel wanted to look, this was starting to get a bit hot. Redsox39 was a hot little fucker, he had to admit, especially when he’d spit back. Perhaps Archangel had thought of him as a firecracker, always lighting the fuse but snuffing it out before it exploded. Now, however, everything was blowing up in Archangel’s face. It made him lower down to Redsox39’s and start kissing him wildly, angrily. Instead of pulling away, the boy met his force and even bit down on Archangel’s lower lip, obviously trying to show dominance; that wasn’t going to happen.

Archangel pulled away with a growl and moved to Redsox39’s neck, where he took greedy sucks of the pale skin. Redsox39 grunted but didn’t cry out, though his hips rolled underneath Archangel’s. Archangel could feel Redsox39’s fingers curl over his thumbs, his fingernails dig into them hard. Their cocks aligned; Archangel could feel how hard the boy was through both their jeans, which hardened his own dick. He stopped his assault on Redsox39’s flesh and leaned up again to press his forehead to his. His upper lip curled; he felt animalistic and unforgiving. “HanoverFist’s got nothing on me. He doesn’t fucking touch you, ever again. Got that?” he hissed.

“Then it’s no more pussy for you,” Redsox39 coyly replied. “Or after tonight, I’m fuckin’ gone.”

Archangel bit his lip and stared into Redsox39’s eyes; his gaze was solid. He meant it. “You’re staying right the fuck here,” Archangel told him, hoping that gave Redsox39 enough of an answer. It seemed to work; the smile Redsox39 wore was smug and triumphant, which egged Archangel on into lifting up to open Redsox39’s jeans, slide down and take the boy’s cock in his mouth.

[Jericho]

Wait, this is supposed to be fiction, right?

[redsox39]

I knew it!

[Summer]

my own cock stirs...

[VoxAngelikus]

Poor Paul. It's so easy to imagine him sucking on another man's cock.

[VoxAngelikus]

Banon found himself standing in the bedroom. He looked at himself to find he was wearing khaki pants, but nothing else.

Everything around him looked the familiar: the walls, floor, and windows. Syndicate sat in the corner wearing dark sunglasses, arms crossed in front of him.

Standing before him was an almost naked Mirtizzle.

Banon’s pants suddenly became very tight in the crotch area.

A bra and underwear, that’s all the clothing there was on her. And Banon's eyes could not look away from her coffee-colored flesh, it was so intoxicating. He just wanted to touch it.

“Then touch it,” a deep voice said from behind him.

Banon turned to find Syndicate had gotten up from his seat in the corner of the room and moved behind him.

“I beg your pardon?” he asked shakily, he wasn’t exactly comfortable with the possibility that Syndicate was so uncomfortably close.

“I said,” the deep voice answered. “That you should touch it,” Syndicate’s voice finished, seemingly unaware that he successfully scared Banon shitless.

“I must be dreaming,” Banon said to himself. He turned his head to Mirt, “That she would be like this for me, it must be a dream.”

“So what if it is? Wouldn’t you like to enjoy one night with her? Even if it is a dream?” Syndicate’s voice asked him, making Banon think.

Yes, it would be nice.

As if she heard his thoughts, Mirtizzle got to her knees and massaged the bulge in Banon’s pants. He moaned loudly. She then undid his belt and zipper and pulled down his pants as well as his underwear.

Running her hands up and down Banon's dick made him gasp and moan. A little dribble of precum seeped from the head of his member.

She leaned her head down and licked the precum, making him unconsciously jerk his hips forwards, trying to get that deliciously wicked tongue back.

Again, she read his mind and complied with his unsaid request. Her tongue traveled a path only she could travel up and down his cock, making him pant and moan.

Then, as if it couldn’t get any better, she opened and took Seymour’s entire dick in her mouth. He could feel the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat, and it felt wonderful!

She then started to bob her head up and down, alternating between long sucks and short licks to the underside of his member.

Banon thought he had died and gone to heaven, well would have thought, but right then his mind was currently suffering from blood deprivation, as all his remaining blood was on a current path to his dick, making him even more hard.

He looked down and almost lost it when he saw her wonderfully supple lips wrapped around him, making him feel heavenly.

All too soon for his liking, he came in her mouth. She didn’t complain, just sucked him dry, drinking every last drop of cum, even some that got on her cheek.

He watched as she wiped her cheek with her hand and licked off the cum. The Banpnster could feel himself becoming aroused again.

He felt himself beginning to fall, but was too tired to stop it. He would have fallen flat on his back if not for Syndicate reaching out and gently laying Banon down.

“Did that feel good, James?” Syndicate asked him, almost sounding as if he cared.

Not having the breath to answer, Banon just nodded his head furiously.

“How would you like to feel something even better?” Syndicate once again questioned.

Banon caught his breath and said, “What would feel better than that?”

Syndicate’s voice sounded full of promise as he answered, “If you let me, I’ll make you feel something much, much better.”

"Yes," said Banon, "Yes. I'd like that very much!"

Syndicate motioned to Mirtizzle, who stood up in front of Banon. She pulled off her bra to reveal her breasts. Banon felt himself get rock hard. She then pulled down her panties, and revealed a 10-inch-long cock, which she used to fuck his face as he began to vomit.

[Jericho]

hahahahaha...You're having too much fun, dude

[UNC]

Sweet

[Kerjack]

I worry about the guys writing all this Bromance stuff.

[UNC]

In the one I wrote, I killed Rich and fucked CTrick. I'm hardcore.

[VoxAngelikus]

I worry about the guys writing all this Bromance stuff.


Homophobe

[UNC]

Heterophobe

[Mustard]

I believe this is sorely overdue.



CTricksterGirl had taken the last semester off school simply because her aged grandmother was on her death bed and CTricksterGirl was asked to care for her.


CTricksterGirl really loved her grandmother and she called her girlfriend to help her get rid of some trash up in the attic. As soon as Summer got to the house and after saying hello to CTricksterGirl's grandmother, she started up the stairs to the attic.


When she got there she found CTricksterGirl sitting cross legged on the floor going through a stack of letters, and after kissing CTricksterGirl on the lips she asked what she was looking at and CTricksterGirl explained that the letters were from Granny's lesbian lover back in the day.


Summer was shocked that Granny had a lesbian lifestyle, way back in the day, and as she sat next to CTricksterGirl, they both read the letters. It was then that they found a really hot letter, that was hot in todays life.

CTricksterGirl was like Oh Gawd Summer, I'm just so horny reading all of these stories. With that, Summer turned CTricksterGirl half ways around and kissed her with all the passion she could muster. Her hands cupping CTricksterGirl's breasts and pulling and tugging her nipples, knowing it was going to get CTricksterGirl climbing the walls.


As Summer started to disrobe CTricksterGirl, she cupped her large breasts in her hands, and kind of weighed them, then CTricksterGirl said, "How about me both get undressed so we do it quicker”. Summer agreed enthusiastically, and started to almost rip her clothes off, not even folding them up and laying them on a chair untill they both were naked and ready for fun.


As CTricksterGirl took Summer's hand and drew her to her body, while looking in her beautiful eyes whispered I love you, and pressed her lips hard to Summer's, while giving her as much passion as she could muster. Her tongue penetrating her lips and rolling their tongues together. CTricksterGirl, licking theroof of Summer's mouth, gently cupped Summer's beautiful breast, and began to softly tug at Summer's hard nipples.


As they broke from their kiss, CTricksterGirl started rubbing Summers back and kissing her soft sexy neck, while nibbling at her earlobe. Gently laying Summer back on the daybed they had up there and kissing down Summer's front till she came to her lovely breasts and kissing each nipple briefly before drawing it into her mouth and nursing like a baby. Her other hand played with her other breast as she gently drew her sharp fingernail across her nipple.


Releasing her breast from her hungry mouth she started drawing her tongue under both of her breasts and softly started licking down Summer's front, leaving a small wet trail, until she reached Summer's belly button and to hear CTricksterGirl phrase it, she had a belly button fetish.

Licking and tongue fucking her belly button, CTricksterGirl knew she had to hurry up and taste her pussy from the way Summer was moaning and squirming on the bed. However, CTricksterGirl wasn't about to be rushed.


CTricksterGirl, looking up into Summer's eyes breathed in Summer's wonderful scent, then kissed Summer's hot and wet pussy. Then she started licking Summer with soft, passionate passes. CTricksterGirl had her hands on Summer's thighs while she gently spread her hot wet pussy with her thumbs and licked all over with hot wide licks.


Licking in a little circle around her swollen clit, she inserted first one finger and then her second into Summer's steaming wet pussy and was fingering her while licking her pussy, driving Summer absolutely crazy with pleasure.

Then, moving her finger to Summers swollen clit, CTricksterGirl plunged her tongue deep in Summers pussy. Probing her pussy walls, she thrust her tongue deeply in and out, being sure to leave no corner of Summer's beautiful pussy unattended to.


Summer couldn't believe how hot those letters had made CTricksterGirl and especially the thought of granny in her day with all of her girlfriends, and that was what threw her over the top and gave her a mind blowing screaming orgasm.


There was no time to recover and CTricksterGirl knew that as she changed positions with Summer and felt Summer's hot tongue licking her wet pussy. While CTricksterGirl cupped her own breasts, and pulled and tugged at her hard nipples, Summer was licking her pussy fast and furiously giving her the release she so needed, and then it came. CTricksterGirl let out a sensual moan and her sweet pussy juice gushed into Summer's waiting mouth. The taste drove Summer wild as she downed every sweet drop.


Cuddling each other in their arms, CTricksterGirl was the first to break the silence, when she told Summer that she wanted to go up to Summer's apartment, and try out her new Strappy. Summer knew that look which told her that her girlfriend was going to fuck her brains out and she couldn't wait.


As they passed by Granny sitting in the living room with her knitting, she said to CTricksterGirl that when she finds the little gold locket it was for us as lesbian lovers because it made her so happy when she was dating back in theday. As they each kissed Granny goodbye, out the door they went hand inhand.

[WigglingWii]

There are too many homoerotic stories in this thread.






I'm scared.

[Archangel]

Looks like doors isn't putting out anymore, and Vox here needs another release...

[Octo3.14]

Jericho trailed off mid-sentence.
How could he share something so life shattering with a man he hadn't shared a bed with?

He had been chronicling the tales of homoerotic passion that engulfed his seemingly meaningless life to Vox for the last few days, but the story of OSU Mike's rape was just too personal. He needed to tell it, but not yet.

Vox was eager to hear the rest. Jericho's stories had left his cock engorged for days, in a way his wife could never do.

Jericho's heart still ached from the devastating break up between himself and his love, Claydon. Vox knew this. Hell, Vox was the one who sent the e-mail that left Jerribear's relationship in the cum-stained tatters it was currently in.

Vox needed Jericho to be vulnerable, he needed him to be focused on the virgin ass that was going to be presented to him when the moment was right. He couldn't handle the thought of Jericho thinking of another man while they made love.

"The best way to get over a man, is to get under another one", Jericho thought to himself as he pursed his lips, ready to make a move.

Vox was still waiting for Jericho to finish.

"You and me, Vox. We're fucking done professionally,man."

Vox looked shocked, had Jericho discovered what he had done? Had Vox lost his chance to feel the thrusts of Jericho's throbbing member?

Blank faced, Vox stared at him, nervous, concerned, disappointed. But with the hint of a smile, and a wink from Jerribear, Vox knew what he meant. After all, how can you have a professional relationship when you are receiving an endless barrage of cocks in all the holes God never intended.

Vox needed the job, but he was a gifted writer, he could find other work and no man could ever give him the job Jericho was about to.

Jerribear's cock yearned for a new hole, Vox seductively removed his clothes, and spit all over Jerribear's flaccid dick.

Jericho kissed Vox on his tender lips and pulled him closer. He felt Vox's cock rub against his husky, hairy belly. He was aroused but he couldn't perform. Thoughts of Claydon were the only thing on his mind.

"I need you to come in me." Vox demanded in a hushed tone.

Jericho was silent.

"I need you to come in me." Vox shouting this time.

Jericho said nothing still.

"Jerribear, I NEED you to come in me!!"

Jericho pushed Vox to the floor. "You do not call me that!" Jericho was ready to explode with rage. His cock instantly became hard when he saw Vox was hurt.

He needed to hurt someone the way Claydon hurt him. He needed a painful, intoxicating hate-fuck.

He pounced to the floor, shoving Vox's face into the carpet, Vox got a faceful of the pubes of a thousand lovers. He moaned loudly as Jericho entered him.

As that spark of intense anger, grew to a conflagration of orgasmic ecstasy, Jericho thrust his pulsating dick into Vox's now bleeding asshole. He came hard, and pulled out immediately and left Vox, face down in tears.

As Vox gave Jericho one last longing look, he smirked. He got what he wanted, and he was proud. He manipulated his cock, the way he manipulated the people around him until he came on that filthy carpet where he laid.

Cum, and blood dripping from his asshole he stayed and waited for Jericho to return.

[Hanover Fist]

So GMF isn't really GorillaMaskForums but actually GayMasturbatoryFantasies?

My membership here could ruin my future city council plans.....

[Candycane]

How many stories does Jericho have so far?

[Trident]

How many stories does Jericho have so far?

That would depend on how many packets of mansize tissues he has gone through.

[Daydreamer]

So GMF isn't really GorillaMaskForums but actually GayMasturbatoryFantasies?

My membership here could ruin my future city council plans.....

Only if you're in the Jerribear Cub Club.

[Yelram]

Octo = T.I.M

I'm surprised he was able to keep from including Nintendo characters.

[medlar]

I believe this is sorely overdue.



CTricksterGirl had taken the last semester off school simply because her aged grandmother was on her death bed and CTricksterGirl was asked to care for her.


CTricksterGirl really loved her grandmother and she called her girlfriend to help her get rid of some trash up in the attic. As soon as Summer got to the house and after saying hello to CTricksterGirl's grandmother, she started up the stairs to the attic.


When she got there she found CTricksterGirl sitting cross legged on the floor going through a stack of letters, and after kissing CTricksterGirl on the lips she asked what she was looking at and CTricksterGirl explained that the letters were from Granny's lesbian lover back in the day.


Summer was shocked that Granny had a lesbian lifestyle, way back in the day, and as she sat next to CTricksterGirl, they both read the letters. It was then that they found a really hot letter, that was hot in todays life.

CTricksterGirl was like Oh Gawd Summer, I'm just so horny reading all of these stories. With that, Summer turned CTricksterGirl half ways around and kissed her with all the passion she could muster. Her hands cupping CTricksterGirl's breasts and pulling and tugging her nipples, knowing it was going to get CTricksterGirl climbing the walls.


As Summer started to disrobe CTricksterGirl, she cupped her large breasts in her hands, and kind of weighed them, then CTricksterGirl said, "How about me both get undressed so we do it quicker”. Summer agreed enthusiastically, and started to almost rip her clothes off, not even folding them up and laying them on a chair untill they both were naked and ready for fun.


As CTricksterGirl took Summer's hand and drew her to her body, while looking in her beautiful eyes whispered I love you, and pressed her lips hard to Summer's, while giving her as much passion as she could muster. Her tongue penetrating her lips and rolling their tongues together. CTricksterGirl, licking theroof of Summer's mouth, gently cupped Summer's beautiful breast, and began to softly tug at Summer's hard nipples.


As they broke from their kiss, CTricksterGirl started rubbing Summers back and kissing her soft sexy neck, while nibbling at her earlobe. Gently laying Summer back on the daybed they had up there and kissing down Summer's front till she came to her lovely breasts and kissing each nipple briefly before drawing it into her mouth and nursing like a baby. Her other hand played with her other breast as she gently drew her sharp fingernail across her nipple.


Releasing her breast from her hungry mouth she started drawing her tongue under both of her breasts and softly started licking down Summer's front, leaving a small wet trail, until she reached Summer's belly button and to hear CTricksterGirl phrase it, she had a belly button fetish.

Licking and tongue fucking her belly button, CTricksterGirl knew she had to hurry up and taste her pussy from the way Summer was moaning and squirming on the bed. However, CTricksterGirl wasn't about to be rushed.


CTricksterGirl, looking up into Summer's eyes breathed in Summer's wonderful scent, then kissed Summer's hot and wet pussy. Then she started licking Summer with soft, passionate passes. CTricksterGirl had her hands on Summer's thighs while she gently spread her hot wet pussy with her thumbs and licked all over with hot wide licks.


Licking in a little circle around her swollen clit, she inserted first one finger and then her second into Summer's steaming wet pussy and was fingering her while licking her pussy, driving Summer absolutely crazy with pleasure.

Then, moving her finger to Summers swollen clit, CTricksterGirl plunged her tongue deep in Summers pussy. Probing her pussy walls, she thrust her tongue deeply in and out, being sure to leave no corner of Summer's beautiful pussy unattended to.


Summer couldn't believe how hot those letters had made CTricksterGirl and especially the thought of granny in her day with all of her girlfriends, and that was what threw her over the top and gave her a mind blowing screaming orgasm.


There was no time to recover and CTricksterGirl knew that as she changed positions with Summer and felt Summer's hot tongue licking her wet pussy. While CTricksterGirl cupped her own breasts, and pulled and tugged at her hard nipples, Summer was licking her pussy fast and furiously giving her the release she so needed, and then it came. CTricksterGirl let out a sensual moan and her sweet pussy juice gushed into Summer's waiting mouth. The taste drove Summer wild as she downed every sweet drop.


Cuddling each other in their arms, CTricksterGirl was the first to break the silence, when she told Summer that she wanted to go up to Summer's apartment, and try out her new Strappy. Summer knew that look which told her that her girlfriend was going to fuck her brains out and she couldn't wait.


As they passed by Granny sitting in the living room with her knitting, she said to CTricksterGirl that when she finds the little gold locket it was for us as lesbian lovers because it made her so happy when she was dating back in theday. As they each kissed Granny goodbye, out the door they went hand inhand.

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