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Anonymous 23/09/26(Tue)01:12 No. 27921 ID: 267f1d


I don't know if it is actually him or just a mirror but check out:


Some of their work is up there. Nothing new though.

For other similar stuff you could look at Lexi Goes To Hell by SirSpectacular


READ BEFORE POSTING! Cowboy!6UZGZTHCak ## Mod ## 10/06/30(Wed)19:11 No. 8546 ID: 5eefb3 [Reply] Locked Stickied

This is a thread for ALL AUTHORS and READERS. Though you are not required to, I would recommend that you save your story in a post able form, this is to ensure that your story stays preserved and that if 7chan is to go down AGAIN. Also, if anyone has something available as far as web space for an archive, please e-mail me at 1subject@live.com.
I also recommend to everyone that you visit us at the IRC at irc.7chan.org in /elit/ channel. Research it and please stop in, any questions you have about well, ANYTHING can be answered there. There are many good different types of IRC clients, some can attach right onto your browser. So find one and set it up.
3litchan is gone as far as I know. Don’t asking nothing more, ‘cause on that subject….I don’t know nothing’, I just work here.

Sissy Island Sissy Fucking 20/12/07(Mon)00:13 No. 27088 ID: 0cb452 [Reply]

The Story is a di subject. And it is too long to post. So the mega (epub). It's the first nine chapters.
More chapters are coming if their is any intrest.

Updaes Anom 23/01/10(Tue)22:25 No. 27782 ID: 2e9c33

Any updates to this wonderful story?

Anonymous 23/09/21(Thu)03:49 No. 27917 ID: 452a0e

Any chance of a repost please?

Hiraeth OP!T1tXaJv9os 19/08/16(Fri)03:09 No. 26149 ID: b49468 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

Another story I've been working on, I'm posting it while I deal with writer's block on Roommates. Yes, I have about a dozen different stories, three of them full-length novels, all going at the same time. This is the only one that fits in /elit/ though.

Tags: isekai, medieval fantasy, slavery, bondage, sex, interspecies romance, Stockholm syndrome, medieval economics, politics

The following contains scenes of adult situations and graphic violence not suitable for minors. Reader discretion is advised.


To say I was someone dissatisfied with life is an understatement. I was never a very happy person. As a child, I had few friends, and most of the ones I did have either moved away at some point, or stabbed me in the back. It still irritates to this day, every time I remember how my 'friend' Jason bragged to me about selling his buddy Ron a damaged copy of Tomb Raider he knew didn't work... and he'd actually sold it to me. He wasn't just an asshole for selling me a game he knew was too scratched up to play, he couldn't tell me and Ron apart from each other. We were interchangeable. I'd thought he was my best friend, and that's how little I meant to him.

High school was a drag. I consistently had the highest grades in my class, all while barely putting any effort in. Between my being a nerd and everyone else being jealous of my grades (seriously, I had a straight A average and the second best kid struggled to maintain a B average. The American education system is a joke. School is nothing but a convenient place to warehouse children while their parents are at work, with the added benefit of being government indoctrination centers. The actual education part is a distant second in terms of priority.), I got picked on a lot. I mean, a LOT. The one and only time some asshole tried to get physical with me, I kicked his ass. I'd been taking karate lessons since grade school, but I didn't even use any of that; I just knocked him to the ground after he hit me, then beat his face in with a rock. I, uh, might have gone a little overboard. To be fair, he started it, and I had YEARS of pent up anger and frustration, and I was well and truly sick of his shit by that point. Once I was done being suspended from school (I honestly think the only reason I wasn't expelled was because I had singlehandedly raised the GPA for the entire class and it made them look good), everyone knew what had happened. So they ignored me. Instead of constantly mocking me, messing with my desk, and basically being jerks, they simply pretended I didn't exist. I was fine with that. I just sat in the back of the class and read science fiction and fantasy novels all day; the teachers didn't care, so long as I kept acing the standardized tests they passed around every month or so like holy writ.

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OP!T1tXaJv9os 23/08/28(Mon)04:36 No. 27908 ID: 6bbfe3


It's the latter. Ada was raised to think sex would be a chore, but has discovered it's actually pretty fun and feels good. She enjoys having sex with her master, and is exploring various ways she can do that. She also largely doesn't mind cleaning out Liska's pussy, and vice-versa, as we'll see later.

Work on rewriting what was lost is continuing, and I hope to have the next chapter finished soon. Thank you for your patience.

Anonymous 23/08/30(Wed)20:25 No. 27911 ID: b38ef6

Dear OP, i have enjoyed greatly the naughty bits of this story, but some elements of the world building rub me the wrong way.

Your setting was something akin 30-years war without muskets and by proxy, large production of gun powder. And while it is true that making of gun powder is not that hard, it is not that simple to scale it up. A perchlorate based propellant would be far simpler to jump-start for a quick and dirty gun industry.

Second of all, i highly doubt that our protagonist could have snowballs chance in hell creating any sort of musket, since his apparent knowledge in how they were made, let alone modern firearms appears to be next to nothing. Having video like, say this (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X_O1-chxAdk) stored on his smart phone out of autistic interest in random things, along some "how stuff is made" and some "backyard chemistry for energetic stuff" PDF's would go long way with the credibility of the world building.

The second thing is the lighter, a modern lighter uses fucking space age material for the flint
Replicating that casually is a big no no.
A mechanism for lighting akin a wheellock, used in muskets, would be far more credible contraption to ignite the lighter, as it can use flint or even better, pyrite and steel. You can even omit the spring and rely just on a sturdy thumb flip.
Here is example (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y4ZVtYV-GaQ), for lighter, you can omit the pyrite holder and just attack it permanently, every time you flip the wheel with thumb, sparks will fly.

Also, the percussion caps, needed for more modern stuff will need at least mercury fulminate, but better yet some led based derivatives that are less toxic and more stable.

Anything approaching high explosives will need a nitric acid. There is two ways to make nitric acid by what is available in 1630's tech. Reacting a Nitrate salt with concentrated sulphuric acid (very very expensive, as large scale production of that stuff needs at least a lead chamber process, that the protagonist has no skills to do even if he had books, that stuff require at least mediocre understanding of underlying chemistry) or the spark process.
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Anonymous 23/09/18(Mon)07:51 No. 27916 ID: 83913a

While re-reading, I noticed a “good” master who only beats his slaves when he’s having a bad day. How many masters must there be in their world who beat their slaves for reasons other than punishment?

Not all people are sadists who take pleasure in the pain of others. I would even say that they are a minority. Sadists should theoretically be more inclined to buy slaves than non-sadists, since this allows them to satisfy their needs. However, it appears that owning slaves is an essential part of being a noble in this world, so the impact of this deviation should be quite small.

Among non-sadists, it is logical to expect that slaves will be beaten by those who trade them. This way, the slaves will be much more loyal to their new masters, since life with them will be better or at least no worse than life with a merchant.

Slaves can also be beaten out of anger, but it is not very clear how common this might be. Yes, from the point of view of money, beating slaves is more profitable than beating things, since minor damage to slaves is restored on their own, and things will have to be repaired in any case. But in a fit of anger, it can be difficult to restrain yourself, and if the slave is nevertheless injured from which he cannot recover, this will lead to more property damage than beating things.

Also, I think that most people still prefer to be loved rather than feared. So senseless beatings probably shouldn't happen too often. At least in relation to domestic slaves, control over whom is exercised exclusively by their masters.

A Sissy Story Dee 13/01/12(Sat)18:49 No. 18110 ID: 9b0c45 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]


James swallowed hard as he walked toward the front door. He rang the doorbell and stood fidgeting on the stoop. James was a popular enough guy. He was a surfer with the classic long blond hair, blue eyed beach bum look, he was also a star swimmer -- the only freshman to make the varsity squad. Despite this he was nervous. This was the first time he’d gone to a girls house when her parents weren’t home. Not only that, but the girl, Julie, was the hottest freshman at school. The door swung open and Tommy, Julie’s brother, stood inside.

“Hey come on in,” said Tommy.

James stepped through the door and looked up at Tommy -- a senior and the captain of the swim team. He was at least 6 inches taller than him. Most guys were taller than James, who was barely 5-foot 7-inches. He walked into the hallway and looked into the living room where Chris -- Tommy’s best friend -- was sitting on the couch playing xbox. Chris was a wrestler and was short and broad chested, although he was still taller than James.

“Who invited the midget?” Chris called out.

“My sister,” said Tommy. “She’s upstairs in her room. Go on up its the first door on the right.”

James thanked Tommy and gave Chris the finger as he ran up the stairs. He took a deep breath and slowly opened the door. Julie was laying on her bed listening to her ipod and flipping through facebook on her laptop. She was laying on her stomach in just a sweater and panties. Her socked feet were crossed in the air behind her.

James felt his cock grow in his pants as he admired her smooth cream colored legs that led to a large round ass and narrow waist. Her straight blond hair was cut into a short bob. She looked back noticing James. Her big blue eyes widened and her pink lips parted leaving a surprised look on her gorgeous face. She pulled a blanket over her legs.
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Anonymous 22/06/24(Fri)18:28 No. 27621 ID: 6b9eb0

Thank you Dee ive been a fan for a long time

Anonymous 23/02/22(Wed)02:59 No. 27817 ID: de507c


Anonymous 23/09/14(Thu)21:07 No. 27915 ID: a65c7b

OP was that the end? pls moar

Pure Heart Anonymous 20/02/19(Wed)03:07 No. 26598 ID: 211b94 [Reply]

Since there hasn't been much fresh content for a while here is a story I saved off Literotica from before the purge. I am not the author.

m/f, teen, incest, voy, mast


Pure Heart Pt. 01
by bartok_star©

Chapter 1

It was a late Friday night and I had just returned to my room after watching TV with my sister, Sara. I was pretty tired, but I had been looking forward to getting online to view some new porn and get myself off after a tough week at school. I was twenty and going to a two year school to get certified as an auto mechanic. With all the dirty jokes we guys threw around during class, I always came home with a bit of a buzz.

I sat down and started browsing to some of my favorite sites. I was already in my boxers and I was just about to pull my dick out when I heard a quick knock on my door and it began to open. I scrambled to try to hide what I was looking out, but not before my sister stepped into the room and gasped.

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Anonymous 20/02/28(Fri)14:36 No. 26627 ID: 6c4dc4

One of the most beautiful stories I've come across in ages. Thank you for sharing, it's well appreciated.

Anonymous 20/03/02(Mon)05:48 No. 26643 ID: 5200af


You're welcome. A reminder to everyone - if you see anything online that you like, erotic or not, grab a copy right away. You never know when it will vanish.

I'm surprised the double-post hasn't been deleted yet. Then again the Delete didn't work so I guess I should just be happy this board works at all.

Zed 23/09/05(Tue)05:03 No. 27913 ID: fc0fca

God damn that was good. Some descriptions could use work but excellent otherwise. You know its a good story when you are sad to finish it.

Yet Another Fantasy 2.0 GM (MD)!MiSjM8xvQE 20/06/16(Tue)04:53 No. 26794 ID: 0a0d90 [Reply]

Back in 2008 I was having health issues making it difficult to run games with my normal gaming group, and decided to start writing up some smut as I could go at my own pace. I spent the next 3 months spitting out small 500-1000 word posts with out any clear goal. Despite that it had drew some interest. I stopped with that story, and one of the readers became a player I still run with to this day.

I’ve been meaning to pick the story back up over the years, but when I looked through it, it was in such a messy state that I wanted to start over again. This time around I’ve been working on a world bible, coming up with concepts long before they are put in the story so that I can maintain consistency. In the years since the first story, I came across the isekai concept. While not unique to japan, the tropes they use gives their take on it its own flavor.

I’ll be marking each chapter with tags, but at the end of this spiel you’ll find a majority of the tags I plan to use. This story is a world revolving around lolis and lolitas, along with beasts, monsters and devilish aggressors that want them for breeding. This is also a gender bending story, with the main character becoming a cute loli. I will do my best to separate raw violence from sexual content, but that is not always possible. Vore and absorption in this story is soft, but can be transformative. There will be no scat, however anal egg, toy, and gel stuff may happen. The main character is no safer from having things done to them as other characters in the story, including bad ends. The “true” isekai part will start in the second story arc, while the first arc is for main character development.

On a final note, I’d like to thank backslash for editing this mess, and my friends for being critical in their proofreading. This story will be published on both elit and atf, and perhaps other places that allow such content.

Tags: g, f, futa, anal, bd, best, blackmail, caution, cons, creampie, ds, dream, fdom, fembot, fist, furry, giant, goth, humi, inc, isekai, mc, magic, fsolo, gsolo, hsolo, nc, nosex, ped, preg, rape, reluc, rom, rough, tg, tort, toys, tragic, veg, viol, virg, vore, voy, ws, forniphilia, unbirth, transformation, nullication/amuptee

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Anonymous 23/06/20(Tue)00:06 No. 27869 ID: 177858

Happy to see this get an update. I had resigned myself to the story being abandoned.

Anonymous 23/08/20(Sun)11:38 No. 27904 ID: 584bf4

Chapter 11: An airship (unedited)

Tags: gh voy mast anal urethra sounding toy ws

Among the objects Hana had gifted to Leroy, a small box containing an engineering project was among them. It was a small disassembled clock, that was to be powered by two small earth and air crystal fragments. When she had opened it up and looked through the parts, it only had a single tool; a screw driver, to help assemble it. However Leroy quickly found the parts where all slightly off, such as the four brass rods that made up the clock’s frame. With her mother’s permission, Leroy would rummage through the inn’s storage for things previous visitors left behind, and so had assembled quite a few mismatched tools in the process. The collection of tools however came with a requirement that Leroy only use them for this project until it was done, and to leave the inn and the elevator alone; a requirement Leroy had quickly agreed to. As the weeks passed on Leroy would carefully work on the components of the clock, while she had not been a clock maker in her previous world, the components of this clock where already made and rather simple. This was made for children to put together, and Leroy was more or less the target audience. She spent what time she could on the project, but she had to help maintain the inn, do her daily chores, prepare meals from time to time, and continue on with her studies. However there was little she could learn from the few tomes and books her mother had given her to study with. It was then on a morning weeks later that Leroy could make out a distant rhythmic sound. She set her tools down and quickly covered up her project, she was unwilling to let Hana see her progress, and the engineer had been humoring her so far. The elf girl was very sure Hana had not gotten a chance to peek, as when the woman wasn’t maintaining or fixing things, she was having sex with her mother in one of the guest rooms. Hearing the two would set Leroy off, and she would end up in bed playing with herself hearing the pair. It wouldn’t be so bad, however Hana was being punished for the state Leroy had been in when the lavender haired girl brought her home and was forbidden to toy with the chocolate elf as Hana normally would. Leroy’s imagination, and Hana’s toys helped her keep focus, and Leroy would partake of very friendly figments when she had lucid dreams on some nights. Standing up from the chair set before the nightstand, Leroy stretched her body letting out a soft sweet grunt as her body flexed. She noted her hair almost touched the floor, and she’s going to need to do something about that before she would start sweeping out the inn by just walking. That that brought a giggle to her, and she bounded out of the room. Mother was already outside; though she was looking skywards, not towards the forest road. Leroy looked up, at first only seeing a few distant moons in the day sky, but then she could start to make out an approac Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Anonymous 23/08/20(Sun)11:43 No. 27905 ID: 584bf4

No one has made any corrections for chapter 11. I'll post chapter 12 here once I've completed chapter 13.

The first arc of the story should finished on chapter 16, along with finding out the fate of Leroy's sister.

Thank you for making a comment, it's given me the motivation to push through setting up the skeleton for chapter 13, which will be a lot more structured then any other of the story (and caused me to put it off)

Raising Paul's Daughter (Loli, discipline, other) Can you guess? 15/05/02(Sat)22:08 No. 23514 ID: 60b795 [Reply]

So, like many late-twenty-somethings in this economy, I find myself living with a roommate, and there are times when I legitimately loathe the man. We are actually fairly close friends, and we have a lot in common, as well as a lot of shared experience. We live in the same shitty apartment, we worked the same shitty job for years, which is how we met, and since we requested going on opposite shifts to get some time away from one another, our relationship has improved significantly. I don't truly hate the guy, but I don't spend more time than I have to with him. Fortunately, he seems to feel the same way, so we mostly just shoot the shit about wrestling, watch the pay-per-views together, and retreat to our respective rooms to get the fuck away from one another.

He's not such a bad guy in small doses, and there aren't many people who understand my love for the WWE like Paul does. He actually worked the indy circuit for a while, so we can connect on that level at least. He's still a paranoid motherfucker about money, but I pay well in advance, and we no longer split any bills except rent, electricity and internet. I may order out or he may order out, we may both even order out on the same night, but we no longer order out together. I have accepted that he will never do the dishes, he has accepted that I will never allow his drunken, virus-downloading, morbidly obese ass on my expensive office chair so he can destroy my operating system by visiting sketchy porn sites, or allow him to bum off my weed. If he wants to hit from my bowl, he needs to pitch in for the cost. On the flip side, I have accepted that I can only smoke up in my room since his daughter is over pretty much all the time. Her mother fucked off shortly after Kelly turned two. Last I'd heard, she'd gotten picked up for solicitation along with various drug charges. She wasn't up for parole for another seven years yet.

Paul was oddly clever for one so clearly controlled so exclusively by his hindbrain, but he had to take his time chewing each thought over before it was ready to be shared the way he meant it. He never forgot a thing, and he would hold on to thoughts to worry at them for hours, days, or even weeks. A grudge, he usually nursed no less than a week, and every time we argued I could count on Paul to bring up all sorts of old shit, but his ability to focus on a thought and fully break it down was impressive, and he would remember fun conversations too. He had great taste in movies, old blues and jazz and funk, and he could throw together a shockingly tasty meal with just about anything we had lying around the house. When he was sober, he could hold his own on topics close to his heart, and he made some connections that truly impressed me. Every now and then, often days or sometimes weeks after a conversation, he'd say something truly profound. He could also be really funny. Paul usually got two brilliant j Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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Non-Anonymous 15/05/14(Thu)22:09 No. 23560 ID: b3e330

read the comments. it is finished. rather nicely at that.

Anonymous 18/02/24(Sat)12:52 No. 25406 ID: 64e444

Where did Uninvited go?

I hope someone has an archive somewhere

Anonymous 23/08/08(Tue)21:07 No. 27903 ID: 18f491

8 years old and somehow still the best story on the site

Felicis Felinae Orphanotrophium Anonymous 23/07/21(Fri)20:14 No. 27884 ID: d0356a [Reply]

Inspired/influenced by another of the greatest masterpieces of our time comes another story of "Young man arrives at a new place and must establish a harem of cute, young animal-eared girls in a medieval setting."

Tags: medieval fantasy, kemonomimi, interspecies romance, M/f, harem

I'm honestly not sure if it is yet worth posting, or ever will be, but considering the slow state of this board, it might be better than nothing. Ideas, suggestions, and comments are welcome.

Story will be super slow and so will updates. No sex yet.

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Chapter 8 Anonymous 23/08/03(Thu)10:17 No. 27900 ID: 477c5b

… compromise was found in regards to the master-servant questions of how humans and the sub-humans species should co-exist. As it is written into the law of every civilization today, and as is in agreement with the inherent nature of the world, servants who belong to a household or an individual must do their every bidding and follow their every order (within the permissibility of the law). However, servants are allowed to proclaim their freedom and independence if they so choose, though this is extremely rare due to their inherent loyalty and desire to serve and be part of a social family or group, as well as the fact that this effectively renders them homeless which is …

This girl…! Doesn’t she know how much my head hurts? No, probably not. She keeps squirming violently around on my back, trying to steer me away from her friends. I wouldn’t mind doing her a favor as repayment for showing me the way down here, but who does she think she is, ordering me around?!

“Hey, stop it! You have no right to--”

“I said let’s go!”

“Alright alright, I’m going, but you can’t--”

“Don’t tell me what to--... aah!”

I try to resist her attempt at controlling me while we argue, which only makes her even more aggressive in trying to get me away from Isa and Ari, which only makes me even more stubborn in trying to stand my ground until she calms down, which only… results in Maya making me lose my balance. My foot suddenly slips on the white stuff on the floor, and I skitter around on the slippery, submerged stones. Incredibly, I manage not to fall over. After regaining my footing I stand still, panting heavily. My headache has now almost returned to full strength. My entire body is tense, my fingers holding the handle of the lantern hurting from how tight I am gripping it to keep it above the water.

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Shadow 23/08/06(Sun)23:59 No. 27901 ID: ccee3d

Curiouser and curiouser. I have ideas about what this white substance might be and why it cleans them, but everything I come up with would hurt their stomachs. Then again, that has yet to be seen. This slow burn continues to intrigue me, and with some character and relationship building added in, I'm looking forward to more.

Chapter 9 Anonymous 23/08/07(Mon)23:26 No. 27902 ID: 477c5b

… of the sexes of the sub-human species. Through selective breeding, nineteen out of twenty servants born today are female as their submissive nature makes them better suited to being employed as maids, housekeepers, nannies and such. Male servants are thus a rather rare sight. Though many male servants excel in professions that require manual dexterity, such as tailoring and jewelry, and in roles that require prolonged exposure to the elements, they are …

I’m not as mentally incapacitated as the last time Maya pulled her shirt up, and while I still only have the dim light of the lantern, I’m able to take in the sight of her bare stomach and chest in much more detail now. Well, not that there is a lot of detail to take in, really. Her skin is white and smooth, and still glistening with the moisture from the warm water she was bathed in just a while ago. She’s got a cute little belly-button above the hem of her skirt, a drop of water running down over it. The water really washed her skin clean, it looks super soft and pure. I’m again struck by how awfully thin she is, though. We better head back up to the pantry when we’re done down here.

But first, I need to take care of my headache. I move my attention up and across her clearly visible ribs to take in the view of her bare breasts again. Either she is at that age where they have just begun to grow, or perhaps her body hasn’t had enough sustenance to put anything but the bare minimum amount of tissue into them, but in any case - there’s really not much there. It’s pretty much only because of the how the lantern, placed directly to our left, is making her mounds cast shadows over her skin that I am able to tell there is anything else than a flat torso at all.

I wonder why I am stalling… Well, it’s probably because this is really the first time that I’ve been able to look at a pair of bare breasts for the first time since those summer days with Sophie. I obviously never had much luck courting a lot of women in my youth, due to my sickness. The only girl I’ve seen naked was Sophie, and that was back when I was just a little boy. Sophie’s chest wasn’t any different from my own back then, so I did not find it interesting in the slightest. I do now, with the pair of breasts I now have in front of me. I’ve heard my elder brothers and cousins talk among themselves, boasting about their escapades and the enjoyment they have found in the curvatures of the girls they have been with, but I didn’t really get it back then. I get it now. Maya’s chest, even if it is tiny, is absolutely beautiful to me.

She is watching me again with a curious, but still slightly guarded interest. She takes a deep breath and holds it once I finally move in to place my mouth against one of her nipples. It immediately has the same effect on me as it had back in the pantry. She’s warm, and her nipple soft. I can s Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

''The Man Who Came In From The Rain'' Ravaged 23/07/04(Tue)11:21 No. 27875 ID: 9f2f66 [Reply]

It was the kind of wet miserable day that defines the Portland spring

Saturday morning dawned warm and sunny.I had prepared all week to be sodomized outdoors in a well known Public Sex spot,Rooster Rock, on the Columbia River east of Portland.The last time I came to the Rock,I got fucked very hard by 3 German guys on a houseboat moored by the beach.

But no such luck today as a wall of rain and fog surged up the River and dropped a cold wet curtain on my plans.But the combo of Adderal and Viagra had me feeling reckless and a wee bit out of my head.I was willing to fuck naked in the rain but there was no one at the Rock.
I had to find a willing man to fuck me.It was not optional.I know my libido too well.As I drove back into Portland I saw the usual bookstore Glory Hole spots also looked pretty empty....Portland was sleeping in this rainy miserable day.

Resigned to dildoing myself to porn I headed home....But something caught my attention.A few blocks from my apartment was a little vacant field with a small stand of trees.I had seen illegal Latin migrants camping in these woods before.
Standing in the rain,carrying a backpack and a ragged looking tarp was a very large Hispanic man.He stared sadly at the wet woods.He was very big for a Mexican guy,about 6 foot four or five I guessed.Barrel chested and stocky he was kinda scary looking.....NO, YOU DON'T KNOW HIM!!!You CANNOT DO THIS!! My mind screamed caution,but my cock stirred and my lubed ,hungry as clenched suddenly.

'' Hey,Wanna warm up in my car?'' He jumped right in.He was even larger than I thought with huge tattooed arms.''Thanks dude,I am not looking foreward to rainy camping.'' His English was really good.As we lit up a joint and watched the rain I found out about him.His name was Gustavo,gringo friends called him Gus.He had just thumbed back to Portland after being deported and sneaking back in.He had been doing construction and farm work in Cali and Oregon for 10 years.And he had done 4 years in Cali for smuggling weed.

Prison....That got my attention, in prison you fuck or get fucked.I lost control .Shocked I heard myself ask him''Wanna come to my nice warm place for a meal,some good drugs and fuck my asshole and mouth''? I said it just straight out and ignored all my survival instincts.
He smiled warmly and nodded.''That would be wonderful''.
As he showered I was mad with fear and lust.I just stripped naked and sat on the couch teasing my ass with a small vibrator.A porn video of a cute girl masturbating was going. He walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around him.'Damn , You are one horny little cum sucker.Gonna be a lot of fun wrecking your ass. .'' His voice suddenly had a harshe Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Daily Life With The Man Who Came in From The Rain Ravaged 23/07/04(Tue)14:35 No. 27876 ID: 9f2f66

After about a month, Gustavo slowly lessened his cruel dominance,only choking me or forced throat fucking me briefly during foreplay.
Sex with him was still the roughest and most painful fucking I ever had,...but damn,he made me cum like no one else.

He gradually told me more of his background.During his time back in Mexico he had been a cartel soldier.He was ordered to rape and torture a young man caught fucking a major players wife.
He and another guy took the unlucky young man far out into the desert.Then as another soldier filmed,Gus very roughly raped the guy''WAY worse than anything I've done to you'' he laughed.After brutally throat fucking him [Gus's favorite thing} and ass fucking him repeatedly,They castrated him and dumped him in front of the girl he had gotten punished over.They gave her and his family copies of the video after forcing her to watch the whole video.

Damn,why the fuck am I so drawn to danger?Hearing this story made my dick so hard. I trembled as I bent over and presented my Red,swollen hole to him.''Fuck me like you fucked him I whispered''

Daily Life With The Man Who Came in From The Rain Ravaged 23/07/04(Tue)14:51 No. 27877 ID: 9f2f66

I have many interesting experiences to share, but is there anybody out there???

Anonymous 23/07/07(Fri)23:02 No. 27878 ID: 2f9f00


I promise you that there are. M/M material is not what I personally go for, but I appreciate that at least this site is having some activity! Keep writing, I guarantee you’re making someone’s day

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