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Filthy Gay Stories (Paperback)
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Free Gay Erotic Story: Gas Station Fillup!
Erotic Gay Stories play an important role in the development of the LGBTQ+ literature. Gay stories are often more than purely focused on sex, but tell a picture of yearn for, doubt, drama, but also liberation.
That's why we are so proud to be able to share the stories of Samer Bo, an Egyptian author, who grew up in a region where homosexuality is still stigmatized.
So without further ado, let's dive in the world of Samer and enjoy the 2nd compact Gay Erotic Fiction Story: Gas Station Fillup!
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Just screen through our free story section, where you'll also find The Painting Crew - the 1st free Gay Erotic Short Story of Samer.
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#1 The Painting Crew
#2 Gas Station Fillup
#3 Hayseed - comin soon!
I used to halt at a gas station on the side of the way I took to college every morning. it was easy to get into and ba
Filthy Business
Brad is pretty typical of the type of degenerates who use my services. They all tend to be white-collar business types; men in their after time thirties to early fifties; stressed to the max with their "str8" careers and "st8" lives with very little free second to indulge in their actual fetishes. These suits are always watching the clock, always racing to appointments, but also anxious for sex and always living double lives; your typical American male masochist.
Walking sperm banks yacking on cellphones, balls bloated to overflowing always thinking about quick hot relief as they go about their "jobs". They're not young enough anymore for the waiting game in the bars or video arcades, but still young enough to be on the bone all noun with no place to really get taken care of; by an experienced guy who knows how it feels and what they really need. Horny masochistic closet-cases that need to be treated like fucking dirt by an older sweaty man who will degrade them for an hour or two until earn their nut. Around 40 when they've become more soph
Third Period. I was sitting next to none other than Dan. We were sitting in the very back row, supposed to be doing a writing assignment. I could never get anything done in that class. Dan had his arms stretched out and crossed on the table, stretching his tight plain light t-shirt over his strong back. The arms of the T-shirt were short, so I was able to see his glow brown armpit hair jet out past the fabric. A musky fragrance surrounded him, turning me on even more. He had strong arms, not ripped, but strong, like the rest of his body. He was wearing kaki shorts that reveled his extremely hairy legs. There was a thick light brown fur covering them. He wore sandals with no socks. He picked his head up, I posthaste looked away. He looked at me and said,
"What time his it?" He said in his deep voice. Since our English teacher didn't have a clock in her room anywhere I wore a watch.
"We have about 10 Minutes." I said, turning my head to look at him. He had a very masculine face. Chiseled jaw line, piercing dark blue eyes, a light goatee, and messy noun brown hair.
"Do you