The Glory Hole Shebang E-Book

K.C. Cave

• Herausgeber: Boruma Publishing
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015

Beschreibung

The Glory Hole Shebang

Leseprobe

The Glory Hole Shebang

By K.C. Cave

Text copyright 2015 K.C. Cave

License Notes

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This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places or events are entirely coincidental. This e-book includes descriptions of explicit sex and is for adults only. The stories in this e-book are completely fictional and are meant to be taken as fantasy. The author does not endorse or condone practices like incest, rape, or rough sexual encounters in any form. All characters depicted in these stories are 18 years old and above.

My name is Mr. P, the most recent member of a very exclusive club of men who, while primarily heterosexual, enjoy “the Greek side of things” at quarterly meetings held in upscale hotels. My recent initiation had been deemed an unqualified success. As the club’s newest guy, I was tasked with arranging the next quarterly meeting—the location, the theme, any special requirements. Since my initiation had focused on my virgin asshole, I made the decision that my next gay orgy would focus on my dick.

But how, exactly?

Thinking back to my adolescence, late teens and early twenties, I remembered the most sexual fun I had came from sticking my hard dick into holes—anything, really, except a vagina, since I couldn’t find any females who showed the slightest interest in accommodating me. That left cored-out fruit, the snug cleft between the mattress and box springs, various parts of upholstered furniture where cushions met frames, kitchen drawers…you get the idea.

Outside, the possibilities were even greater. I would disappear in the woods for hours exploring new ways to get myself off. I’d take off my clothes and fuck trees. Well, not literally. By rubbing my penis against the rough bark and pushing it on the textured surfaces, it would get insanely hard. Finding a young sapling with the right angle, I would back into it, wriggling, until my asscheeks enveloped the small trunk, and I’d glide my asshole against the bark. Pushing hard, I tried to penetrate myself as I worked my dick and balls with both hands.