Man-on-Man: Seven XXX Stories of Dirty Gay Sex

By Tosh Turner

A collection of seven short stories describing hot, dirty and degrading man-sex in nut-busting detail that leaves nothing to the imagination.  Each story reveals a different type of perversion, desire, craving, addiction and kink, each one as depraved as the others

Titles include; 'Easy Lay', 'Once a Night is Never Enough ', 'Sick Jealous Feeling', 'Hottin' Up', ' A New Piece of Ass Gets Me Horny', 'Always Ready', 'Get on Top: Ride Me Hard'.

Please note; this is raw, hard and nasty. The sexually strong content is intended strictly for over 18's only. If you like it hot and dirty then this 7-story collection of man-sleaze will light your fire – One handed reading throughout  – Buy now!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tosh Turner
• Release date: May 18, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393850618

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#1: Easy Lay

I am considered a man for all men, and I do my best to live up to the reputation. You see, it’s not what you accomplish in life that is important, but more who you meet and what kinds of connections you make. After all, you only live this life once and then it’s over. It’s like the song candle in the wind and I can even quote Shakespeare and say that we all play our parts in the play then exit stage left.

I used to think that life was pre-destined, but over time I believe my beliefs have changed slightly. I now believe that it’s what you put into it and how you are perceived by others that determine your role in life and where you go in it. I have always been the golden boy and if that wasn’t apparent already, then it soon will become abundantly clear.

I was born into a modest home, with parents that loved me, but they worked themselves into an early grave, and I swore that that wouldn’t happen to me and I was damned and determined to make that fact a reality.

While in school I met the man of my dreams but unfortunately that man was one of my professors. I found out he liked me when I stopped by his class to talk about my grade and see if there was anything I could do to change his mind at all. I walked in without knocking and found him using his own body like it was an amusement park. He didn’t even hear me come in because he was so engrossed with something that was lying on his desk. As I got closer to take a peek at what it was, I thought it would be a man’s mag or something that he was jerking at but was floored to see a picture of me in my rugby shorts and uniform. I was shocked. But very turned on by the whole spectacle. Who knew that teachers in college fantasized about us, like we do with them? I have spent plenty a night thinking of Mr. Richards in a carnal way and now I had the real thing right in front of me.

I got down on my knees and crawled over to his desk and under it. He had the lights off so the only illumination was the setting sun outside and it was nearly out of sight. Suddenly the door opened and in walked one of the other teachers to speak to him. I couldn’t see who it was, but I did see something else that became very clear. Mr. Richards had pulled in his chair and now the teachers measuring stick was right near my mouth. I heard the other teacher say So, Dick, what are your plans for the holidays? I decided to see how far I could go and reached out with one hot hand and grabbed onto the protruding stick. He gasped but did not let on that I was there. He did push his hips in a little closer so he wouldn’t be seen from the other teacher. He said Umm I don’t know, oh my, maybe visit the folks for a spell" I could tell his heart was beating a mile a minute and wanted to see it go even faster.

I slid a little closer to his throbbing man-stick that was in my hand and replaced my hand with my hot, wet mouth. I took just the tip in and circled my tongue around and around listening to him try and find his breath. It was a good thing the other teacher was completely oblivious, because to anyone else it would have been very obvious what was going on here. I mean it didn’t take a rocket scientist to realise Mr Richards face was turning all colors of the rainbow as he struggled not to show any hint of what was happening to him under the desk. I heard the other teacher in the distance talking about his plans for holidays and I could hear Mr. Richards, or Dick, making every effort to say yes or no. That was all that he was able to manage at this time. I heard the other teacher say that he had to go, that his wife had a meatloaf waiting at home for him. What a coincidence, I had a meatloaf right here in my mouth and it was delicious and even came with some extra sauce that I dearly wanted more of. I was never one to shy away from risk and this was one risk that was well worth taking. I saw all my mates going to pubs and bars for hook-ups and I found that quite distasteful and wrong on so many levels. I could never lower myself and my standards to be caught dead in one of those places. After all I had my pride. My pride was so important to me.

After the teacher left I felt the chair and his meatloaf slide a little out of my enveloping mouth but he wasn’t trying to stop me, in fact, he just wanted to see who was giving him such great oral pleasure. I smiled up at him and his eyes were as wide as they could get with the realization that the object of his desire was right there in person with him; orally worshipping every inch of him. He slid his chair back, jamming that meatloaf all the way in making me stop and pull back for a second. Then I came at him even faster than before, taking in and out at a rapid pace, till I heard him scream Oh God, don’t stop, I’m about to... and then he did and I got all the special sauce that I could handle and then some. He was like a fire hose and it just didn’t seem like it would ever end. I held on through the deluge and then slid out from underneath the desk. He was lying back in his chair with his head slumped back and his breathing was very heavy and raspy. I said I think I deserve an A for that, don’t you Teach" and as I walked out of the classroom, I was sure that my grades were going to improve drastically.

Let’s just say that after that Mr. Richards and his Dick or was his name Dick, it doesn’t matter now, started to look after me a bit more, improving my grades. Yes my grades did improve but he never talked to me about what happened or even initiated anything, even though I really wanted him to. I graduated from College with honours and I never saw Dick again. That was certainly not my first Dick, but there were some Toms and even a Harry if I remember correctly. All in college and all well on their way to happy homes and the whole picket fence deal. They just used me for something to try and after all, what is college for, if not for experimenting a little. I can always say that I gave them their first taste of real testosterone sex, something that their soon to be wives couldn’t give them. How could any woman compete with me?

When I got out of college I got a job in public relations. I was the guy that spun anything bad that anyone did, and I got so good at my profession that even senators and other public office officials came to me for my services.

I got a call from a well-known member of parliament that needed my special services. He just found out that he was being sued for a paternity suit and he needed someone to make it all go away. I agreed to meet him at his office and we could go over all the pertinent details of the case.

As I was walking up the steps of the building where his office was a young man in his early 20’s bumped into me and sent my briefcase and his papers flying everywhere. Who walks around the city with a pile of papers in his hand without a briefcase to hold them? I said to him Why don’t you watch where you’re going, you moron. Then I looked up and into the most piercing blue eyes that I have ever seen. I was so enraptured by his eyes that I didn’t even hear him when he said he was sorry and that it was all his fault. He then said Why don’t you let me make it up to you and buy you a drink at the pub that I own. He put a business card in my hands and ran off down the stairs as I sat goo gooing over a man I just met. I watched that fine ass in a pair of tight jeans hail a cab and wave goodbye to me as he was taken away. I must have looked like a total fool, sitting there with this doe eyed look on my face. I looked down at the card and saw that it was from one of those pubs that I wouldn’t be caught dead in when I was at college. Some places just ain’t up to my standards. I shook off the experience and went up the stairs into the building.

I got in the office and was met by the mans personal aide. Now, that’s one thing that will have to change. If he wanted to change his perception in the public’s eye, he would have to start meeting people in person and not just pawn it all on his assistant. Oh, the assistant was a pure bred politician all on his own and gave me all the answers I needed but without really answering anything. He said He is a very busy man today, but he said that he would see you immediately after his next meeting. I could already see the writing on the wall; he had someone meet me and now he was making me wait. Classic stall tactic to give him the power in the meeting, but I was not going to be treated like one of his lackeys. I’m a proud man and not someone to be treated like that. I got up and walked over to the door to the office and pushed past the assistant and into the outer office. The secretary tried in vain to stop me, but I was already through the doors. I walked right in and closed and locked the door behind me. He was standing at his desk with his pants around his ankles and one of his underlings working on his tool. The young man had to be still in his late teens, and he was taking everything he could in his more than capable hands.

The underling saw me and made a beeline for the door in a hurry. The man tried to pull up his pants but I put a hand on his hand and pulled it away letting his pants fall to the floor. I was in control now and wanted him to know it. I took his hand and put it on my crotch letting him know that I was the one that was calling the shots here and that he would have to follow my lead. I reached out and took a hold of him and I could feel the power in my hands. He didn’t say a word and all I said was If you want my help, you’ll have to do things my way and then I slipped off my pants then took his two hands and placed them on the waistband of my shorts. He got the idea pretty quickly and was tugging them down and off till he was on his knees worshiping at the altar that was my penis. He opened his mouth to say something and I slid between his lips before one word escaped his lips. I said, I think you have something else to occupy your mouth rather than anything that you may have to say. He mumbled mmmmphh as he licked and took me all the way in. I had my hand on the top of his balding head, as I guided him.

I even coached him how to do it better, and he took direction well, which would go a long way in this budding relationship. He had me right there on the precipice, but I stopped myself and got him on his feet. I put my hand on the small of his back and he immediately leaned over his desk with his tight buns waiting for my arrival. I slid in between his spread legs and pushed his legs out of the way. I aimed and fired my weapon of mass destruction, destroying anything in