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Falling into Leaves (An Autumnal Gay Sex Story) - Week 5

I’ve already been caught masturbating by my boyfriend and his mother. Should I finish before I clean up and join them in the living room?
Thirty minutes later, Peter is giving me his stink face – not a good look on him and that’s saying a lot since he’s the hottest thing since…like the Sun!
“Liam, it’s so nice of you to make time for us,” his mother said as I walk in the room.
“Sorry about…that.”
“Liam is usually much better behaved, mother.”
“Except when you prefer me to misbehave,” I blurt out without thinking. And there’s the stink eye again. “I think I need a stiff one…uh, drink that is!”
I rush out the living room, find a bottle of scotch on the kitchen counter, and pour myself five digits, neat. It’s a pleasant burn down my throat, a welcomed jagged pill to the clusterfuck I’ve created. I pour a second helping and return to the duo judging me for my misdemeanor.
“That’s quite a drink,” comments Peter as he notices my filled glass without ice.
“He needs to hydrate after his workout, dear,” retorts Peter’s mom. If I wasn’t mortified that she saw me masturbating, I’d actually like her. She’s funny! But she also saw my cock in my hands and that image is never burning away.
“So, Peter’s mom…”
“Please, call me Gloria.”
“Sure. Ok. Gloria. How was your drive here?”
“It was simply awful. I don’t know how you boys live in this crazy city: bikes everywhere, people walking into traffic, and the noise! Peter, dear, you should consider moving back home where it’s nice and quiet and safe.”
“The city is very safe,” I reply.
Gloria sips her cocktail and says, “There are so many strange people around,” while giving me a once over. Am I one of those strange people?
“I told you, mother, I’m not moving back home.”
“Yeah, I bet he can’t lay naked in the leaves in your backyard,” I divulge, Peter’s eyes boring a hole through me with his look.
Gloria turns to her son and asks, “What’s this about laying naked in leaves, dear?”
With a nervous laugh, he responds, “Liam’s quite the comedian. He enjoys making things up for a laugh!”
“I don’t think that’s funny. Do you think it’s funny, Liam?”
“Uh, well, no. But it’s damn sexy watching your son in that pile of leaves.”
Peter grabs my drink and says, “That’s enough scotch for you. Why don’t you help me with lunch in the kitchen? We’ll be back soon, mother. Would you like another cocktail?”
“Yes, please, dear. I don’t know how I’ll get through lunch without another.”
Peter drags me to the kitchen and that’s when the wailing begins. “What are you thinking, Liam? Why are you talking about private things with my mom? My private things!”
“Well she already knows I masturbate.”
“And you thought that wasn’t enough for one day.”
“Most people knock before entering a room.”
“It’s my bedroom!”
“Yeah, I guess you have a point. But if it helps, I was thinking of your ass in those leaves when I was masturbating.”
“Sheesh, Liam, let it go!”
“I can’t. You make me horny anytime I’m around you. Like, now, I just want to kiss you, and jump on you, and ride your big, fat cock on that kitchen counter.”

“He takes after his father,” interrupts Gloria as she walks into the kitchen. “I heard some chatter and thought I’d be waiting too long for another cocktail so I came in to get one myself. Continue with your conversation, don’t mind me.”
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Next week we'll take a break from Peter and Liam to introduce you to a duo of zombie killers...gay zombie killers...for Halloween! #TGIFF and have a great weekend!

(Shaun of the Dead pic c/o http://p3.no/filmpolitiet/wp-content/uploads/2013/04/shaunofthedead.jpg)

Falling into Leaves (An Autumnal Gay Sex Story) - Week 4

It's been a month of ecstatic, unabashed bliss with my new boyfriend, Peter. Who would've known that my perverted, peeping Tom antics could result in a month-long marathon of intergalactic, mind-numbing sex, days of sweet kisses and caresses, and holding hands while walking to the corner store and sharing an ice cream cone? He's my Prince Charming, my knight in shining armour, my gay Don Juan with one huge, beautiful cock. Its taste lingers in my mouth, mixed with a sweet blend of semen and cherry candy flavour. I'm hard thinking about him and our morning before work. He keeps me well fed with his delicious protein and then I fill his anal cavity with my curved cock. The sound he makes every time the tip hits his sweet spot makes me warm inside. I do that to him. My cock is perfectly shaped to bring him to a foreign ecstatic experience - one whereby no other man has brought him - and I enjoy a second helping of protein by eating him out after he creams the bed sheets and I seed his hole.
Click. Send.

As I write these thoughts in my Facebook status update - yes, the world needs to know! - I can't help but lose my concentration and touch myself. My typing is sloppy and words...they don't seem to find me; but I don't care because I want to feel the hardness of my cock, its foreskin rolling back-and-forth, as I pump it at a slow tempo. I feel an urgency screaming from my cock, "go faster!" but I want to savour the feeling, the tingles that run throughout my body, the images of Peter's naked body lying in the pile of leaves, his cock inside me, my cock inside him, my face in is ass, his lips on my lips…and I'm ready to explode.

"Ahem."

I turn around and it's Peter with an older woman, both staring at my cock in my hand.

"Mom, this is my boyfriend, Liam."

"I'll shake your hand dear after you're done washing it. Can you make your mother a cocktail, son?"
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How will Liam size up to Peter’s mom after being caught masturbating? Check in next week!

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Interlude

#TGIFF! Unfortunately, I've been busy painting this week and didn't get around to writing about the ongoing trysts between Peter and Liam. But be assured, they're still fucking and having a great time!







Until next time, enjoy a new "Erotic Pop" poem I wrote and check out my eBooks! Enjoy ;-)
LOVE IS PATIENT
I saw you, you saw me on my own– I was all alonelike a friendless gnome.Yet, to my surprise,you took my hand, “Let’s gofind another placeto kiss that face.”
Love is patient, love is kind.Love is never jealous, you’ll findit never brags, it only shines‘cause love is only you in my life.
I closed my eyes, parted my lipswaiting for you to make your move.It was my first time, I’d never been kissed.Your lips were soft, and smooth.
Love is patient, love is kind.Love is never jealous, you’ll findit never brags, it only shines‘cause love is only you in my life.
You didn’t try to rush me,“There’s plenty time.”Slowly we explored our bodies‘till we were dancing with rhyme.I ran on instincttouching, tasting you.Feeling fantastic!
Love is patient, love is kind.Love is never jealous, you’ll findit never brags, it only shines ‘cause love is only you in my life.

Falling into Leaves (An Autumnal Gay Sex Story) - Week 2

Welcome to week 2 of “Falling into Leaves.” If you missed the first part last week, click here to read it. This week’s #TGIFF story is a quickie based on a comment by one of my tweeps. As for the pic, I found it using a Google search and I think it's a nice fit with the story. I don’t own the pic. Here’s the link. Enjoy ;-)
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I wake up feeling a draft against my backside. The window of the bedroom is open and the bedsheets are retreated from my body, exposing its nakedness. I turn over and find another body in the bed.

Peter.

He's snoring lightly and tightly holding the bedsheets. I realize it's not my bed, it's not my bedroom, and crumpled leaves litter the bed and the floor.

Ah, sex outdoors. That was quite the tryst on the pile of leaves. His cock didn't disappoint: a slight curve to the left when it's fully erect, uncut with foreskin that rolls away, and a complex taste of musk, spice and sweetness. His semen's viscosity flowed magically down my throat. Holding on his tight, clenched ass, I pulled him towards me with his cock fully immersed in my mouth. Its spasms added to my excitement and I couldn't contain myself.
I came without touching.
Thinking about it is making me hard again. Should I wake up Peter with a surprise morning blow job?

"I can hear you thinking. Bring that hot ass over here and give me my good morning kiss," demands Peter, with his eyes closed and back turned to me.

"I was thinking about giving you a blow job but if you'd prefer a kiss..."

I'm interrupted by Peter's body sauntering over to my side. He's on top of me, eyes half-open, sporting bedhead, an erection, and a smile.

"Fuck me instead, sunshine. Fuck me deep and hard like you did last night. But kiss me, first."

Who am I to say no?
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Yes, Peter and Liam fuck. They fuck good. They fuck hard. They fuck long. But is there more to the twosome than just sex? Tell me what you think should happen between Liam and Peter in the comments below or on Twitter. The best response will be incorporated in next week's story.

Falling into Leaves (An Autumnal Gay Sex Story)

I was inspired by the picture on the left that I found during a Google search. Enjoy ;-)
I watch his naked ass through my binoculars. He lays face down on a pile leaves soaking in a rare, warm sunny day in October. My tongue wets my lips as an erection grows tight in my pants fantasizing my hands spreading his butt cheeks, exposing his sensitive, pink rosebud, and probing deep inside with my tongue. But in a sudden, unexpected move, he raises his head and looks directly at me. I duck.

Did he see me?

I slowly move up and peek out the window. The delicious ass is gone.

"Holy fuck!" I yell when I see a pair of eyes staring directly at me from the opposite side of the window. His laugh is so loud I can hear it through the glass.

"Open the window," he demands and obliviously I oblige like a deer caught in a headlight.

"Hey neighbour. Did you see something you like?" he asks with a sexy, mischievous grin.

"I...I...I think...bird...bird watching. I thought I saw a bird."

What the fuck am I saying? I'm definitely not one who works well under pressure. And I'm even more uncomfortable by his stare, his grin, and his lack of reply.

"I've always enjoyed looking out for new species," I say, trying to sound more convincing about my bird watching lie.

"It's a beautiful day. You should bird watch outside."

"Thanks for the advice. Take care!"

I try to shut the window and end our awkward conversation but he grabs my arm with one hand and the bottom of the window with the other.

"Join me outside and you can teach me a thing or two about bird watching."

He let's go and walks back towards his pile of leaves; his naked ass hypnotizing me as it rocks back-and-forth with each step.

Is he for real or is he playing me a fool?
My brain is telling me to close the window, draw the blinds, and hide under the covers; but my cock is pulling me towards the door. I'm standing outside before my brain can continue its debate. Cock always beats brain.

"Don't just stand there. Take a seat," he tells me as he pats the leaves next to him. I try not to stare at his impressive cock while I walk towards him, leaving a large gap between him and me on the pile of leaves. He grabs the binoculars from my lap and I hurriedly try to cover my erection.

"I guess I won't need these to get a closer look at a new species."

Without warning, his body closes the gap between us, his hand is rubbing my cock through my pants, and his face is so close to mine I can feel and taste his breath on me.

Is he sucking on a lifesaver?

"It's not the first time you've watched me from your window, is it?" he asks.

"Uh...I...well..."

But before I could finish my scattered thought, his lips are locked with mine and he tastes like cherry candy.

"I've wanted to do that since I moved in last week. My name's Peter."

"Liam," I barely whisper as some blood tries to return to my brain.

"Are we gonna fuck on this pile of leaves, Liam, or would you prefer to watch the birds?"
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What more? Tell me what you think should happen between Liam and Peter in the comments below or on Twitter. The best response will be incorporated in next week's story.

Coke + Cock

Today's #TGIFF story is an excerpt from Chapter 2 of "A Taste of Argentina." Steve, a Canadian from Toronto, is invited to visit Buenos Aires. During his visit, he enjoys a multitude of sexcapades that include sex with various men on a plane, in a park, in hotel rooms, alleyways, bathrooms, bedrooms, ...

In today's excerpt, Steve experiences some "party and play" action, Enjoy! ;-) 


Pride week began a few days after my arrival. There were some weekly activities with the big events on the weekend; however, Anna Maria and her friends liked to party every night. On Monday night of Pride week, I was introduced to Anna Maria’s best friend, Alfonso, and one of their infamous parties.
"The Peruvian will be here soon with the coke," declared Alfonso as he swiped his phone off.
"Is Peruvian coke any good?" I asked.
"Oh no, Steve, it's Colombian. Best shit you'll find in Buenos Aires," commented Anna Maria.
"It take you high and make you very smiley!" exclaimed Martín, in his thickly accented and broken English, as he squeezed my knee under the table. I smiled at him and I desperately wanted to taste his plump lips, but something crept under my skin, the way he touched my knee, that told me we were a secret; or maybe he played the hetero card in front of family and friends. Alfonso, however, was plastered in glitter from his hair tips to his Prada shoes. He pranced around, twirling Anna Maria, wiggling his ass to the music, and using his bedroom eyes to flirt with me.
"Maybe I can finally convince Steve to dance with me after he snorts a few lines," giggled Alfonso, his wiggling ass making its way closer to me. Martín gave him a friendly tap on the ass and said something in Spanish.
"Oh, Martín, I can teach the white Canadian boy how to dance!" he replied.
I looked at Martín in mocked horror and decided to dazzle him with my dance moves. Unfortunately, my first step landed me on the ground. I forgot I was sitting on a high bar stool and tumbled off it. The room roared in laughter as the hue on my face went umpa lumpa purple from embarrassment. I may have moves on the dance floor but I proved that I was crap with coordination.
In the midst of the laughing tremors, we missed the sight of a short, portly woman, probably in her late fifties, standing at the open door with a cigarette in her mouth and a small purse held tightly between her underarm and massive side boob.
"Alfonso, nunca se debe mantener a una mujer esperando!" she yelled over the laughter while puffing out a huge cloud of cigarette smoke in our direction.
"Estrella! Sorry for making you wait!" he exclaimed, running to her and welcoming her with a huge embrace. She swatted him off and threw the purse into his hands.
"Is this the stuff?" he asked with a mischievous smile. She nodded and kept puffing on her cigarette. "Anna Maria, can you grab the cash in my bag?" asked Alfonso.
"Si," she replied and helped make the exchange. Alfonso removed a massive bag of Columbia's finest white, crystalline substance from Estrella's purse and filled the purse with the cash.
"Adios!" she said and walked out. Alfonso closed the door and scooted to the kitchen counter to begin setting up the first of many series of lines of coke for the evening.
Countless lines later, the four of us were climbing the walls with enough energy to supply a nuclear explosion. The music felt fantastic through my chest; the bass pumping just as quickly as my heart rate. Alfonso's shirt went missing a while back and he was drenched in sweat from all the dancing. Martín was in his seat, his leg shaking nervously as he watched me dance, sandwiched between Anna Maria and Alfonso. The coke made me extremely horny and my hands were all over Alfonso's bare chest, gliding across his flat stomach, and playfully pinching his nipples. He ground his tiny ass against my crotch, moaned with pleasure, and twerked it better than Miley Cyrus. If it wasn't for the coke, I'd be sporting a massive hard-on.
Anna Maria kissed my neck before she shimmied over to her brother, whispered something in his ear, and watched him yell in Spanish before he stormed to the bathroom.
"Was it something I said?" Anna Maria laughed and returned to our dancing threesome. I watched Martín slam the bathroom door. I followed him, with a stop at the kitchen counter for an extra line of coke: powdered courage to take what I wanted from Martín tonight.
"Martín! Martín!" I yelled as I knocked on the bathroom door. "It's me, Steve. Let me in, please."
There was a silent pause from behind the bathroom door. He neither spoke nor moved. I knocked again and before I could speak, he opened the door, pulled me in and quickly shut it. I heard the lock snap into place and felt a pair of big, manly hands grab my shoulders. Martín turned me around, pushed my body against the locked door and aggressively shoved his tongue down my throat. I gagged at the sudden intrusion but quickly readjusted and offered my tongue in return. He pushed his crotch against mine (surprisingly his was massively erect!) and his hands couldn't decide what to do: they went from my hair to the back of my neck with intermittent grabs on my ass, then back to my hair with just the right amount of pull to make me moan, and back to my ass, and...oh! At some point during his symphony of hand movements he unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my jeans, and snuck a hand into my underwear. Without warning, a finger slid knuckle deep into my sweaty hole and I ached for more; something with greater girth and length.
As if he read my mind, he forced me around with my face plastered against the door. He pulled my pants and underwear down around my knees and within seconds he filled my quivering, wet man pussy with his throbbing, thick, hard erection. Every thrust felt a million times more intense than the first time he fucked me. Could it be the coke? I love Colombia!
I growled and groaned, pleading for Martín to fuck me harder, deeper, faster, and any other adverb I could spit out in-between bursts of endorphins rushing across every inch of my body. The intensity played havoc on my prostate which he hit over and over and over and...oh...umph...ugh..."I'm coming!" I yelled, and showered the door with the ejaculate pulsing out from my extreme orgasm. Martín grunted like a pig the entire time and I knew he came when his grunts intensified and then he went silent with the exception of some choking sounds as he thrust harder and deeper into my hole. He crashed his body against mine when his cock stopped throbbing inside me and laid his head against the back of my head. We stood there, his cock inside me, cum dripping from the door and from my ass, and we filled the room with only our breathing. As Martín came down from his orgasmic high, he pulled out and turned me around. The exertion made his face red and he wore a huge smile. I returned the smile with a kiss. This kiss was tenderer than the first and out of nowhere he said, "Te amo, mi amor!"
I loved the sound of those words from Martín's lips and it must've been the coke talking when I responded, "Fuck me again and show me how much you love me!" And I didn't care that he fucked me without a condom. He loved me…who needs condoms?

Martín fucked me twice more before we left the bathroom to snort more coke. I was tempted to walk out naked but Martín convinced me to wear my pants. He grabbed my hand and pulled me into an embrace when we reached the kitchen. I imagined hearing gasps from the dancing twosome but we found them passed out on the sofa. So we took the bag of coke, went into one of the bedrooms, and spent the next few hours snorting, tweaking, and fucking. It was the first time in my life that I stayed awake for almost forty-eight hours with nothing but Martín's cock, cum, and coke inside my body. But the best part of this experience was cuddling with Martín after our marathon of sex and falling asleep together in Anna Maria's bed. Our blissful moment came crashing down a few hours later when Martín's father barged into the room looking for Martín. He didn't seem as kind and jolly as he did the first time I met him; but what did I expect when I tried to offer a good morning shake with a hand covered in his son’s dried cum.
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Raf

His dark, smoldering eyes seduce me. They taunt me. They ask me to pull out and play.
I succumb.
My cock twitches before my hand reaches it, anticipating its touch. He says, "Go for it. Don't wait. I want you to get hard for me."
My cock perks up with a slight curve to the right. Its foreskin roles back as it reaches maximum erection and I have yet to touch it. It aches, it yearns, it begs for attention like I give to those smoldering eyes. I momentarily break my gaze from his eyes and travel down his taut, bare chest sporting a sprinkling of hair around his pectorals. I crave to run my hands through it and pull him closer to me, to smell the scent from his skin, to feel his lips so close that they're almost touching mine, to hear his heartbeat, and to feel his shallow breath of excitement.
My cock twitches again, reminding me that it needs my attention. I wrap my right hand around it, its head mushroomed at the top and purple with desire. I slowly tug and yank and rub my hand up and down the hardened shaft. I watch him watching me. I can feel the excitement build up in my balls. I pull on them with my free hand and release a moan. Did he smile? Does he enjoy watching me pleasure myself?
My eyes dart further down his chest to his underwear, those damn underwear! What's he hiding underneath? My mouth waters for a taste. My throat hungers for a filling. The image of his cock buried deep in my mouth pushes my hand to move faster. The pleasure is building and I can feel it begin to flow from my head to my toes. It lingers at my cock until it shrieks its command and his face is covered with the juices of my orgasm. I growl my release and watch as my seed travels down his face, his torso, and onto his underwear. I want to lick him clean but there's a screen blocking me. The fantasy ends as I wipe the tip of my deflating cock, clean my computer screen, and wait until my next erection with Raf's photo.

Touch Me! Fuck Me! - Cotton Candy Coated Cocks

Today's #TGIFF story is available in my gay erotic anthology, "Touch Me! Fuck Me!"

Enjoy ;-)


Sammy pulled down the backside of DH's shorts, exposing a beautiful, plump, bare ass. He was wearing his jockstrap, like he said he would, and Sammy's jean shorts were suddenly tight from the arrival of his erection.
Sammy licked a finger and pushed it partway into DH's tight, puckered man cunt. It was tight, but DH came prepared and thoroughly lubricated it. DH grunted and wiggled his ass, enjoying the sensations from Sammy's finger.
"Pull out your cock so I can sit on it," whispered DH.
"We're on the carousel, everyone will see," replied Sammy.
"My ass is already hanging out. Can't you feel its hunger for a cock deep inside it?"
DH tensed his sphincter around Sammy's finger. Sweat rolled down Sammy's forehead from a heat of desire and a nervousness of being caught. But he pulled his finger out, quickly unzipped his shorts, and released his cock. In mere seconds, Sammy pulled DH to his lap. DH's ass swallowed Sammy's cock completely, down to the base. Another grunt from DH and a stifled moan from Sammy as they felt their respective sensations from the act.
With a corn dog in one hand and a bag of cotton candy in the other, DH rode Sammy's cock like one of the riders on a nearby horse. Sammy kept his hands on DH's waist for balance and pressed his lips against DH's back, helping him to silence his grunts and moans. The sensation of his raw, uncut cock sliding against DH's silky wet flesh was at a new level of ecstasy, one he'd never felt before this moment.
"Suck on my corn dog while I ride yours."
Before Sammy could reply, DH pushed the corn dog into his mouth. The salty sweetness of the corn dog's outer coating reminded Sammy of DH's cock, a cock whose precum would coat the head of its erection and ignite Sammy's taste buds.
"Mmmm..." moaned Sammy into the corn dog as he took it deep into his throat.
"I want you to work that corn dog like you work my cock. I'm so hard that I'm soaking my jockstrap with my precum," said DH.
Sammy closed his eyes and pictured DH's cock in his mouth. He moved his lips over the corn dog like he did the last time he gave DH a blow job and swallowed every drop of DH's spunk. After every swallowing, the two men kissed each other, tongues deep in each other's throats, tasting their cum that coated it.
"Are you getting close, Sammy? I'm so close!"
Sammy released a moan and DH took this as a yes. He rode Sammy's cock faster and felt it grow slightly bigger inside him. A louder moan escaped Sammy and DH felt Sammy's cock spasm inside him. A warm, liquid sensation filled his hole. Immediately and uncontrollably, DH's sphincter twitched and his jock was wet and filled with ejaculate. A low, deep grunt accompanied each spasm and twitch. When the orgasm was over, DH stayed put on Sammy's deflating cock while he pulled his corn dog out of Sammy's mouth and laid his back against Sammy's chest, with his head nestled next to Sammy's head. Both men inhaled deep breaths, followed by a wet, tender kiss.
"Your cock feels so good in my ass," whispered DH.
"I can feel some of my cum leaking out," responded Sammy.
"Mmm...Take some with you finger and feed it to me."
Sammy used two fingers to mop up some cum but smeared it on the corn dog. "Now, enjoy your corn dog!"
DH took a large bite of the corn dog and moaned his approval. Sammy responded by adding more cum on the partially eaten corn dog and enjoyed a taste. "My cum mixed with your man pussy juice and the corn dog is delicious! It's making me hard again!"
"I can tell," said DH, and he wiggled his ass on Sammy’s cock with a smile.
"Ride's almost over. What should we do?" asked Sammy.
"Think they'll let us stay another round?"
"They'd notice what we did."
"Ok. When I get up, cover yourself with this bag of cotton candy and I'll quickly lift the back of my shorts up."
"You want me to walk off the ride with my cock hanging out and covered with cotton candy?"
"We'll cover your cock with the cotton candy tonight.  Just hold the bag in front of it until you can zip up."
"This should be fun."
DH made a popping sound as he quickly pulled off Sammy's cock. With cum leaking from his hole, DH had stains on both sides of his shorts.
With some finesse, Sammy pushed his cock into his shorts with his one free hand and passed the cotton candy back to DH.
"Here, use this to cover one of your stains."
"Nah, I want to walk around the park with pride, showing off my cum stains to anyone who wants to take a look."
"Then I'll walk a few feet behind you."
"Nope. You'll be holding my hand so everyone knows you’re my hot, sexy boyfriend."
Sammy smiled and kissed DH who returned the kiss with a smile of his own. As the ride came to a halt, the couple left holding hands, with Sammy holding the bag of cotton candy and DH holding what was left of the corn dog.
"Looked like you two really enjoyed your carousel ride together," commented the ride operator, with a grin.
Sammy blushed but DH spoke confidently with a huge smile, "It was a fucking amazing ride. I can't wait to eat this cotton candy off my boyfriend’s cock later tonight."
"My shift ends at nine. Can I watch? I can take you on any ride while you do it."
"We'll meet you back here at nine," replied DH, as he walked away with Sammy. Seconds later, he turned around and winked at the ride operator who responded with a blushing smile. "Maybe we can convince him to pull his cock out too for a round of cotton candy coated cocks."

"Dibs if he's got the biggest cock!"
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Nothing Compares to Sodomy (Erotic Pop)

The fourth track list to "Erotic Pop." Enjoy and #TGIFF!



I’ve had several men since that dayyou took my anal virginity away.I go out every night searching for it‘cause I can’t keep my hole at bay.
Since you’ve been gone I can have any man I want,bend over for whomever I choose.I can feed my hunger to a homeless man’s uncut cock;‘cause any prick,I said any prick,can set my sphincter free.
Since nothing compares…nothing compares…to sodomy.
Your thrusting cock freed a demon inside me;like birds devouring bees.Nothing can stop the precum from drippingwhen a cock is penetrating.
I can walk into a darkroom and strap myself into a sling;but that’ll only expose my anal ring.I went to the bathhouse and guess what they told me,guess what they told me!“Boy, you better slow down ‘cause you’re too bold and free”but they don’t know me!
‘cause nothing compares…nothing compares…to sodomy.
All the semen that flowed inside me –through my backside –made me into a sex demoneager to devour multiple cocks in a single ride:white, black, Asian…I’ll give it all a try!
Absolutely nothing compares…nothing compares..to sodomy.

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Check out some of my self-published gay erotic stories, such as "Pop My Cork, Dammit!" $1.99 via Smashwords, Amazon, iBooks, Kobo, Barnes and Noble, Google Books Tony is a thirty-year-old gay virgin who wishes for a man to finally penetrate his virgin hole. Instead, he finds Steph, a straight man. The two bond quickly as friends, things heat up, but boundaries are placed since Steph proclaims he isn't gay. Can Tony separate his feelings for a straight guy and find someone to pop his cork? His anus is quivering and it requires full attention, stat!

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A TASTE OF ARGENTINA the eBook! If you enjoyed the #TGIFF stories, you'll enjoy them again, updated with more sex! Available on Amazon for $1.99! Join Steve on his sexcapades through Buenos Aires, Argentina; a country known for its delicious wine, beef, and men! He enjoys a mouthful (and ass full!) of magical flavours as he devours various men on the plane, in the park, in hotel rooms, in alleyways, in bathrooms, in bedrooms…maybe he should consider a longer stay! 
Warning: this story is filled with large erections, ejaculations, drug-induced sex, cream pies, and a dash of romance.

iWank (Erotic Pop)

The third track list to "Erotic Pop." Enjoy and #TGIFF!


iWank in the morning, iWank in the eveningto satisfy my insatiable needs.iWank by the mirror, enjoy what I’m seeingas arousal floods my body with aching greed.
I notice you watching me throughmy window day and night, a show meant for you;and I hope you understand this ain’t a crazy plan‘cause it’s all for you baby, make me your man.
I hold my breath and boil inside,your yearning stare fills me with pride.Is it good for you, the way it should?The door is unlockedcome free my hand from my cock.
iWank on the balcony,clothes shed freely from me,leaning on the ledge of a crime.iWank for a last timeand beg with my eyesfor you to make up your mind.
Why did you turn out the lights and left me alonewith a deflating cock in hand?My blue balls hang lonely, I am saddened until the door swings open and there you stand.
I hold my breath and boil inside,your yearning stare fills me with pride.You’re naked too, the way it should.I’m willing, I’m able, and I need you to take me inside.
iFuck for the very first time,grunting and thrusting, it’s so sublimeI’m edging to a new frontier.iFuck with a primal needto fill you with my seedas a personal souvenir.
For the very first time, the very first time…it was so sublime!
iWank the next morning‘cause watching you sleep makes me hornyand I can’t contain my insatiable needs.You wake with a grin,take your cock to the brink;showering me with morning seed.
I hold my breath and boil inside,your yearning stare fills me with pride.You flip me over for my ass exposure.Take me and mark me,I need to feel you inside.
uFuck my virginal asswith expertise and classto help me reach a new high.uFuck, iBite on the pillow,I’m floating like a tarnished haloas your orgasm fills me deep inside… and I want to stop time.