A Fictional SPH Story by belted and teased. I let myself into the fifth-floor hotel room quietly. I did not want to draw the attention of the mid-level drug dealer who occupied the room next door—the guy my unit had been staking out for the last week. As I closed the door behind me, I was somewhat taken aback. The room we had our monitoring equipment set up in reeked. It reeked of sex. I walked down the short hallway
Read moreA Gay Fictional SPH Story by LilPP33. Colin parked where the trailhead sign used to be, engine off, cock already leaking. Not that anyone would call it a cock. Soft, it was an inch of foreskin-shrouded nothing, tucked against his sac like it was hiding from the world. Hard—which it was now, straining against his nylon shorts—it stood a proud two inches, thin as a thumb, with a flushed little head no bigger than an acorn. He was thirty-four years
Read moreA Gay SPH Experience by James. I lived in NYC back in the 1970s. I was 16 years old the first time I visited a Gay Black bathhouse in Harlem. It was called Mt. Morris Baths. I remember all the bodegas sold poppers for $1.00, and Vaseline was the lube of choice. The rooms were for 12 hours and cost around $10.00; lockers were $4.00.I was a bit nervous the first time. When I checked in, the guy at the
Read moreA Fictional Story by andreinamsterdam. Chapter 1 It was not only frustrating but a little humiliating in a way. Flat-sharing had worked well for me for years, but at 32 I was more than ready to be independent. I wanted the freedom to do what I wanted, when I wanted, walk around in my underwear or less if I wanted – basically become an independent guy. I’d been looking around for a place to buy for ages, but the market
Read moreA Fictional Story by MinimumSiz3 I never planned for that night to go the way it did. None of us did, probably. It started the way most university nights start—bad vodka, cheap mixers, someone’s flat that smelled like incense and dirty dishes, four people sitting on the floor because there weren’t enough chairs. That was it. That was the whole plan. Drink, talk, maybe go home, maybe not. The kind of night that’s supposed to be forgettable. It wasn’t. —
Read moreA Gay/Sissy SPH Story by Dicky27. This story takes place in Atlanta. There are three people in this story- Callum Cole a eighteen year old white boy, five feet six, slim build, and four inch cock. Jake Brown forty year old black man, six feet tall, muscular, with a ten-inch cock. Lester Brown nineteen year old son of Jake, six feet tall, slim, with a nine-inch cock. This story starts when Callum finds himself facing eviction from his flat. Callum
Read moreA Fictional Story by subliminalmassage. Marcus grabbed a handful of my long auburn hair, pulling me down onto his dick as he fucked me deep. My tits rattled in rhythm to his thrusts, almost hitting me in the face as I looked down at Tiny’s locked, poor neglected dicklet. Daddy was taking me from behind, as my cuck obediently treated my clit like butterscotch. I was hurtling towards the edge again. Marcus’s abs rippled in the mirror, his smooth brown
Read moreA Fictional Story by Gayman33. One day in spring, late into my senior year, I was in my regular gym class. We, of course, changed from our regular clothes to gym clothes for class, so there were 5-10 minutes on each side of class when we were unsupervised in the locker room. There was a kid in my class named Jackson. He was a good-looking kid, if a bit awkward. About 5’8, blue eyes, dirty blonde hair (in the emo
Read moreA Fictional Story by bothways123. What led to last night started years ago. We’d been happily married for 20+ years. We were a mirror of the old cliché – sex was good at the start; kids and life changed that. I was bored, looking for new adventures; she was reluctant. I finally convinced her to try chastity and FemDom. It was a slow start until one particular night. I guess your husband licking his cum from your pussy until you
Read moreA Gay/SPH Fictional Story by Overthinking_Dream. The fire started at 2 AM. I woke to the smell of smoke first—thick, acrid, crawling under my door like fingers. Then the alarms. Then shouting. I grabbed my phone and wallet and bolted out into the corridor in my shorts and t-shirt, barefoot on the hot concrete. The room next to mine—the electrical storage room—was fully engulfed. Flames licked up the walls and black smoke billowed across the ceiling. The site’s fire suppression
Read moreBy temptationsandleftovers. Noah was a cocky guy. He was a giant at 6’5″ and built. He loved lifting weights. He was often compared to Alan Ritchison, as if they could be twins. Girls loved his muscles; they were big. His arms, his pecs, his thighs, and even his ass. He loved eating girls out; he was so good with his tongue. There was one area where Noah wasn’t cocky, and that was his cock. His cock was small and looked
Read moreBy atlflirt. The sun’s first rays peeped through the curtain, illuminating the room in a soft, golden glow. I blinked my eyes open, still feeling the haze of the night before. As the events replayed in my mind, a mix of embarrassment, excitement, and dread washed over me. My chastity device, cold and unyielding, reminded me of the new reality I was living. Jackie was already awake beside me, her hair cascading over the pillow, her face turned away. I
Read moreBy Vizzini83. Jeremy Claven is not a tough-looking guy by any means. The poor lad has a delicate and almost feminine appearance, his slender frame accentuated by an awkward posture that suggests both vulnerability and introspection. His dirty blonde hair falls in unkempt waves around his face, framing large, expressive blue eyes that often seem to be lost in thought behind wide-rimmed, blue frames. Despite his fragile look, however, there’s also an intensity in his gaze that hints at the
Read moreBy KevObeys. Chapter 1 My girlfriend, Kate, and I had been dating for about a year when she first began to discover her kinks. She had dated a few guys before me, but nothing long-term or as serious as our relationship. We were both 28, and neither of us had much sexual experience despite having very high sex drives. She was always eager to try new things and loved watching porn. She called it “doing research”. Kate would often show
Read moreBy CalMaple. BUZZZ! BUZZZ! BUZZZ! I begrudgingly grabbed my phone to silence the vibrating alarm. I never used the ringer for two reasons: first, the programmed sound made me feel like I was going to vomit, and second, having an audible alarm go off in a room with someone else sleeping would be a major asshole move. My phone confirmed that it was indeed 3 a.m. Only three weeks ago, an alarm that early would’ve been a once-in-a-blue-moon event –
Read moreBy Whiteboiwife. Artega stepped off the stage, the last notes of Verdi’s Aida still lingering in the air as the thunderous applause washed over him like a wave. His broad shoulders, still clad in the perfectly tailored tuxedo, resonated with the rich baritone of his voice. The grand theater, with its golden balconies and ornate chandeliers, seemed to glow in celebration of his triumph–but his mind was already elsewhere. The applause faded behind his thoughts, replaced by a sharper, more
Read moreBy Whiteboiwife. Part 1: Alex Becomes the Example Coach Carter sighed heavily as he stood in front of his college sex education class. He stood perfectly still in thought, his heavy, hairy frame held firmly on his size 14 feet. As he looked over the room of 18-year-old men, the class bell rang overhead. Taking a moment as the class continued to chatter, the gruff, 50-year-old, burly man looked down at the desk where he had set the education notice.
Read moreBy SmallShyGuy. I had always considered myself straight. That is, until a short while after I turned nineteen, when I began to question this firmly held belief. Up until that point, I had never had any sexual thoughts towards any men, real or imaginary. I had only a couple of sexual encounters under my belt. The first was with a high school girlfriend, whom I dated until I was eighteen, and the second was with a friend I made later
Read moreBy RandyKneeling. The large black man looked down dispassionately at the chubby, middle-aged white boy sucking his cock. The black man was clearly enjoying himself, yet appeared strangely removed from what was happening. It could have been that the white boy wasn’t really all that good at what he was doing, despite how lovingly he was going about it, but in reality, this was just something the black man had grown accustomed to. It wasn’t the kind of thing to
Read moreBy LowBeam. The kitchen looked like I was making breakfast for a large family. The counter is covered with plates stacked with fluffy pancakes, chicken-fried breakfast steaks, and freshly cooked bacon strips, as skillets sauté peppers and onions, scrambled eggs, and diced potatoes on the griddle. Chelsea’s stream afforded us a high-end kitchen, complete with a professional stove top that could feed a small restaurant. I had practiced enough to develop some kitchen skills. Dressed in a “Fuck the chef”
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