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The Other End
“Okay, just put it down… right… there. Perfect.” “You were right, moving furniture was a lot more fun in our underwear,” said Bailey. He rubbed his thumbs in the band of his underwear and kicked his sneakers together.
By Guy Valley10 days ago in Filthy
The Luckiest Man
“The beach sounds really nice,” said Lucky. When they got to the beach they walked along the shore until they found a small tree-lined cove. It was empty of other beachgoers and a perfect place to disrobe and give the jewels some air.
By Guy Valley24 days ago in Filthy
Lucky Breaks a Record
“I think I’m going to go check out the record store,” said Lucky. “Oh yeah, well, make sure you keep both our loads in that tight ass of yours. If you can keep them in until this evening, we’ll double them up for you,” said one of the brothers.
By Guy Valley27 days ago in Filthy
be with you. Content Warning.
“I’m sorry but I had to do this.” The heavy breathing had fogged up the bathroom mirror but who cares. I had about five minutes watching him knelt down behind me, burying that stubbly face of his, between my cheeks.
By Jerome Smith-Pulaabout a month ago in Filthy
make you miss me. Content Warning.
I went back to my apartment fairly early. I'm not going to lie. I'm absolutely pissed to think I had an opportunity with Austin. Maybe I looked too deep into the situation and ran with it, hoping that Austin was the knight in shining armour, I craved for.
By Jerome Smith-Pula2 months ago in Filthy
A World Without Guys — Part 1. Content Warning.
The first thing you figure out at St. Agnes' isn't from a book. By the time the monsoon season ends, it's sunk into your bones: we live in a world without guys.
By Chahat Kaur2 months ago in Filthy
The House Next Door. Content Warning.
It was on one such afternoon, trapped indoors by the relentless drumming on our tiled roof, that I first heard the new neighbors arrive.
By Chahat Kaur3 months ago in Filthy
Humiliation Made Me Submissive . Content Warning.
October 28th (Later) The party was a dying animal. Its pulse, the music, had slowed to a thrumming, melancholic love song from a decade ago. The roar of a hundred conversations had dwindled to the low murmur of the last few stragglers, the clinking of bottles collected by the help, the weary groans of furniture being shifted. The air in the main hall was stale, a graveyard of spilled drinks, shattered papadum, and exhausted perfume.
By Chahat Kaur3 months ago in Filthy
The Seduction Of The Forbidden
I write the kind of stories we’re told not to talk about. Stories whispered behind closed doors, hidden in the corners of our imagination, spoken only when we’re sure no one else is listening. The kinds of stories that make your pulse race, not just because of desire, but because of the danger of wanting.
By Julian Kane3 months ago in Filthy
Writing Gay Taboo Erotica
Most people write love stories to be understood. I write the ones people are afraid to admit they want. There’s something electric about that, about stepping into a story that society would rather you not tell. The kind that carries both heat and shame, longing and defiance. The kind that makes people whisper, then secretly read every word.
By Julian Kane3 months ago in Filthy
The 2025 HUMP! Film Festival - A Review (Part Three). Content Warning.
WARNING: The following contains explicit discussion and descriptions of intimate sexual encounters and kinks that may be upsetting to some readers. Please continue at your own discretion.
By John Dodge3 months ago in Filthy
My Bf - Small Dick. Content Warning.
October 12th I’m writing this down because if I don’t, I think my skin might just split open from the pressure of keeping it all inside. My name is Anya, I’m twenty-four, and I live in a shared apartment in a dusty, loud, beautiful corner of South Delhi. And I have a secret that is so loud, it’s a wonder the entire neighbourhood can’t hear it screaming in the silence between my heartbeats.
By Chahat Kaur3 months ago in Filthy