The Aaron Sans Erotica Collection Volume 6: Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Trans... and Futanari!

By Aaron Sans

Volume 6 of 7 in The Aaron Sans Erotica Collection.

In this volume, read 12 stories about LGBT escapades, whether that's lesbians or a man trying something new for the first time, you're sure to be riveted with the action! Also includes stories about futanaris and gender bending!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Charlie Bent
• Release date: May 26, 2021
• ISBN: 9780463451298

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The Aaron Sans Erotica Collection Volume 6:

Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Trans… and Futanari!

Aaron Sans

Copyright © 2013-2021. All rights reserved.

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Contents

Picking Up a Hitch-Hiker: A Gay Erotic Story With Cumshots and Groupsex

My First Bisexual Threesome with Another Man

Getting a Facial from a She-Male: A Gay and Transsexual Erotica Story

Lesbians in Jail

Double Penetration with the (Secretly Gay) Judge, Servant, and Escort Girl

Chance Encounter with a Transvestite: Sucking My Futanari Mistress' Cock

Gangbanging A She-Male in Vegas: How I Fucked A Trans-Sexual He-She In The Ass With Another Guy (At The Same Time!)

Stuffing my Stocking: A Gay Erotica for the Holidays

Gay Puppy Play for the Prince

The Futanari Curse and a Pussy Like Vodka: A Fantasy Erotica with Futanari, Anal Sex, and Clit Licking

Suck The Futanari: An Erotic Story about a Girl and a Hermaphrodite

Paco’s Christmas Futanari Surprise (Homosexual and Shemale Erotica)

Picking Up a Hitch-Hiker: A Gay Erotic Story With Cumshots and Groupsex

As I was headed home from work on a sleepy residential street, I saw a 20-something young man sticking his thumb out to say he needed a lift. He looked like he’d been through some heavy exercise, like jogging, and he didn’t have a shirt on. Drops of sweat glistened on his bare chest. He wasn’t a bodybuilder or anything like that, but his body was toned and I felt myself getting a boner as soon as I saw him.

Normally I’m afraid of giving stranger rides, and I’m not even sure it’s legal to hitchhike. As a gay man especially, I don’t feel safe letting a macho-looking guy into my car. He might kill me! But there was something about his soulful brown eyes, his smile. I threw caution to the wind, stopped my car, and pressed the button to move the passenger-side window down. Need a lift? I asked.

My voice is super high, and I think he knew immediately that I’m gay. I thought maybe he smiled a little. Wishful thinking?

Yeah, man, I just got done with my run, and I found out I need to be back home now because my girlfriend’s coming over and I forget about it. His voice was a pleasant baritone – deep but not frightening.

Where do you live?

Corners Point. That was about two exits away on the freeway. I could get there in about 15 minutes and then get home within a half hour of that. Not too bad.

Hop on in. As he entered, I saw he had a shirt folded up hanging out of his shorts. I breathed a sigh of relief. I could ask him to put it on so I wouldn’t be staring at his body the whole ride. I felt like I would come in my pants just looking at him otherwise. Um, do you mind putting on your shirt?

He grinned. You checking me out? He raised his arms and flexed his biceps, then brought them down and flexed again, his pecs flaring. I obviously followed his every move, because he grinned again. There was nothing more I wanted to do right then than jack off. I imagined him kissing me surprisingly delicately before a river of white semen erupted from me, and spilled out of my pants spurting out all over those glistening muscles.

Um, no, I, um …

Just playin’ with you, dude. Of course I’ll put my shirt on. What a relief. As he put on his reddish orange T-shirt, I caught a glance of his hairy armpits and imagined myself sniffing them or licking them. Is that a fetish? I don’t know. Anyway, he put the shirt on and climbed into my car. He was a little dude, even shorter than me, about 5 feet two inches, but he filled out that size S T-shirt. You could see his arm muscles stretching out against the fabric every time he moved, and his chest seemed barely contained as well. But I had to drive, had to get that out of my mind! He gave me directions to his home, and somehow I managed to make it there without completely embarrassing myself. I even merged on the exit okay in rush hour traffic.

We made small talk on the way there. His name was Pablo, and he did freelance work in IT. He had just graduated from the university nearby, and still lived alone in the same apartment. Brains and brawn? Almost too