Author: indieerotica

Gay Love and Other Christmas Magic by Dylan James

It’s been six months since Benjamin finally came out and publicly declared his love for his long-time best friend Jordan. And in those six months, so much has changed. They’ve both moved out, living in the university dorms, and they’re both overloaded with homework.

Although heading home on separate flights for the holiday, they still plan to spend this Christmas—their first as a couple—together, making up for the months of limited boyfriend time. But, when the snowstorm of the century hits New York City, Benjamin is stranded at the airport, with Jordan trapped at school. Unable to get in contact with each other, this very special first Christmas seems destined to be the worst one ever.

While Jordan is devastated, believing Benjamin to have already left the state, Benjamin is determined to get back to the dorms and into the arms of his boyfriend. The perilous trek through New York City is beset with obstacles all along the way, and he worries he’ll never make it back to Jordan. Yet, a little Christmas magic, and help from a few strangers, teach Benjamin not only is the impossible within reach, but that his relationship with Jordan is the best Christmas present of all.

This very special holiday follow-up to the bestselling Gay Love and Other Fairy Tales is a heartwarming journey that uncovers the true meaning of Christmas.

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I grabbed my suitcase and exited the airport. The icy cold wind slammed into my face and snowflakes pelted my cheeks. I could barely open my eyes because every time I did, I got snowflakes in them. However, I could vaguely make out the taxi stand in front of me. I walked forward, making stumbling footsteps with all of the slushy snow.

After managing to reach the taxi, I opened the back door and got in. It took a moment to stop shivering and then I dusted the snow off my jacket.

The driver looked back at me. He had to be no more than a few years older than me, but with a full beard across his jaw. “Dispatch says I’m not supposed to take any fares.”

“Seriously?” I asked, disbelieving. “I need to get home to my boyfriend.”

After realizing I’d uttered the word “boyfriend”, something I tried not to do when I didn’t know if the person I was talking to was homophobic or an ally, my gaze darted toward him and then away. Crap. I should just get out.

As I reached for the door handle, the driver said, “Hang on. Where’s home?”

My heart hammered in my chest. I looked at him and I didn’t see the look of disgust I feared I’d see. “But what about dispatch?”

He shook his head. “Man, if I didn’t make a solid effort to get home to my man on Christmas Eve, he’d probably leave me.” He chuckled and I suddenly felt very comfortable in his presence. He was more than an ally, he was gay like me. “Now, where’s home?”

“NYU.”

His gaze drifted up to the ceiling between us and his lips moved as he muttered some words. I recognized them as street names — he was running through the route. Then his gaze snapped toward me again. “If we take all the major streets between here and there, we should be fine. The plows are out in full force.”

“Okay,” I said, suddenly smiling. This was going to work after all! Soon I’d be hugging Jordan.

The driver shifted in his seat, facing forward. “Now,” he said as he shifted into drive and pulled out of the taxi stand, “tell me about this boyfriend we’re braving the blizzard for.”

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The Frat Boy And The MILF

Jason is a frat boy with a thing for older women.

He prefers the experience and maturity these women bring—they’re so much better in bed than the sorority girls he typically hooks up with. Only a MILF can truly satisfy him. So when Jane stops by his frat house to take some photos for an upcoming college life promotional campaign, he can’t help but be captivated by this gorgeous MILF. From the size of her tits to the huskiness of her voice, she’s got it all—and he’s got it bad.

The photoshoot starts innocently enough with Jane just taking pictures of the living space of the frat house, but then it gets playful when she asks him to pose for a few photos.

Through it all, Jason can’t tell if she’s as interested in him as he is in her, or if her turning him into her model is all just for the benefit of the photoshoot. But then she finds out he’s a football player with the body that goes along with it—and she asks him to strip down to his underwear.

Jason’s horniest fantasy is about to come true.

The Frat Boy And The MILF is a 5,000 word short story.

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I held the football in the crook of my arm and just stood there, trying to give her my best smile. She walked around me, snapping pics from different angles and different heights. I noticed that she made sure not to capture the corner of the room in the any of the pics, the corner where my mirror hung on the wall, and Playboy centerfolds were posted all around it. In between pics, I side-eyed the mirror to ensure there weren’t any dried cum streaks on it. That was my masturbation corner.

“Huh,” she said as she flipped through the photos.

“What’s wrong?” I tried to crane my neck to see over the top of the camera, to se what was setting that unpleasant look on her face.

But then she looked up at me with a slight blush coloring her cheeks. “That shirt isn’t really making you look athletic. Um...would you mind taking it off?” She glanced away when she asked the question, like she was embarrassed or turned on. Hopefully it’s because she was turned on.

“No problem,” I said as I lifted my shirt over my head. I wanted to rip it right off, but I had to play it cool.
I think she thought I wasn’t looking her way, but I caught her eyeing my chest and her eyes flaring open. I think she also made a mmm sound.

But as soon as I tossed my shirt on top of the laundry basket and looked back her way, she was all professional again. I picked up the football again and she took some more pics. Eventually, she got down on her knees in front of me to take photos from that low vantage point.

“Perfect,” she murmured as she paused to look through a couple photos. She was still on the floor, sitting on her heels.

It didn’t escape my attention that her face was at the level of my dick. When she looked up at me, my now prominent bulge was in our direct line of sight. She didn’t notice it, or at least did a damn good job of ignoring it. I didn’t know if I should take that as a good sign or not; it at least didn’t make her uncomfortable. Maybe she was just a tease?

“One more pose,” she said as she stood up. As she got to her feet, her shoulder brushed along the length of my shaft in a way that I could only describe as being fully on purpose. She pointed at my bed. “Sit there, leaning against the wall.”

I did as ordered. My bed squeaked when I got on it, but quieted down as soon as I was seated and leaning my back against the wall. It was then that I realized I’d left the football on the floor and out of reach.

“Can you pass me that?” I asked, pointing to it.

“No need,” she said, stepping closer. She got down on her knees and rested her elbows on the bed and snapped a few pictures. She looked at the display and smiled. “Perfect.” She snapped a few more. “Would you, uh, be open to taking off your pants? I mean, you’re wearing underwear, right?”

“My-my pants?”

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Pounding My Nephew’s Butt (My Bratty Nephew #1)

Bruce agreed to take in his bratty good-for-nothing nephew, Cody, for a few months, to help him get motivated in life and learn responsibility. It’s been barely more than two weeks and it’s absolute torture; Cody barely talks to him, he’s moody all the time, and Bruce has absolutely nothing in common with him. The only reason Bruce continues to put up with this arrangement is because he’d do anything for Cody’s mom.

On a sunny Monday morning, Bruce pulls his truck into work—an auto junkyard that he owns—and is immediately furious because his bratty nephew didn’t open the place up for business like Bruce explicitly told him to do. He storms into the office, expecting to find Cody with his feet on the counter and his attention on his phone, but stops short when he instead hears a breathy moan of deep pleasure. He finds—and discreetly watches—Cody getting topped by a burly older man, someone very similar to Bruce himself.

Bruce is sent into a tailspin of unexpected newfound taboo desire for Cody, a desire that immediately becomes all consuming. After watching that other man take Cody’s butt, Bruce can think of nothing else but claiming Cody for himself. He struggles against his desire, determined not to act on it, but he can’t hide his considerable bulge from Cody. And he can’t hold himself back when Cody decides to seduce him.

Pounding My Nephew’s Butt is an 11,000 word story.

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I slid my key into the lock and let myself into the building. Cody wasn’t where I expected him to be; the door opens to the front lobby area with the counter and the cash register. I had fully expected him to be sitting back with his feet up on the counter, playing some game on his phone.

Something wasn’t right, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.

I carefully and quietly closed the door and then paused and held my breath, listening for any sound that would indicate where Cody was or even whatever it was that was setting off my spidey-sense. In that moment of utter silence I heard what sounded like the softest of moans.

What a fucking cunt, I thought. Being a guy, I knew what that moan was. Cody was close to orgasm. The boy had closed down the place so he could jerk off. Sympathy for him was now out the window.

I considered storming into the back office where the moan came from, but if I did that, he’d pull up his pants so fast that I wouldn’t catch him and wouldn’t have proof—and I wouldn’t get us going in the right direction if I let him get away with it. So, against my urges, I very quietly made my way toward the back office, determined to be as silent as I could be and fully catch him in the act. Maybe a good shock of embarrassment would help him get his priorities straight.

Silently, I made my way out of the front lobby area and into the tiny hallway beyond that branched off into the shitter, the broom closet, and the back office. Just before I poked my head around the office doorway—and now that I was this close I could hear the heavy breathing that only confirmed my suspicions that Cody was jerking his meat on company time—I heard an unexpected sound.

A groan. Deep and low. Definitely not Cody.

I froze in my tracks. What the actual fuck?

Determined to know what was going on, I peered around the corner.

There were indeed two men. Both buck naked and facing away from me. Cody was bent over the desk, exposing his smooth, hairless ass to the other guy. The other guy was big and brawny, like me, and was maybe even my age, and he was buried balls-deep in my nephew’s ass.

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To comply with Amazon's strict "no incest" rule, a non-incest version is available on Amazon. The only difference is that instead of Bruce and Cody being uncle and nephew, Cody is instead Bruce's best friend's son. (Amazon won't let us put "Master Dominic" as the author name, hence both a title and author name change.)

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My Son’s Horny Halloween

Rich is a proud father with a wife and three grown sons. His youngest son, Ronald, though an adult, is still young in many ways, particularly when it comes to dating and sex.

This all changes on Halloween night, when Ronald, wearing a pair of devil horns, confides to Rich the true source of his hesitation about being with a woman. What begins as a candid dad-son pep-talk soon turns into a hands-on lesson.

As Rich tries to straddle the line between good father and wicked pervert, there’s no telling what might transpire, nor how their relationship might be forever changed as he indulges taboo desires he’s long tried to bury.

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“Who says they’d find out? We’d keep this secret. I promise.”

Secret. Fuck, those filthy thoughts are stirring in my head, all the things I want to do with him once I get his clothes off…as I realize soon I’ll be naked with him. For once in my life, I don’t know what the right decision is.

“We should go to my bed then,” I tell him. “If we’re going to…bond in this special new way, it should be where our best bonding time has happened.”

“I always feel safe with you in that bed,” Ronald says. “Plus, it’s a king, so we can sprawl out more.” He has that devilish grin on his face, as he scoots to the edge of the bed and gets to his feet. “Should we strip here?”

“I suppose.”

He undoes another button on his white shirt, but stops there. He’s blushing. “This feels weird.”

“We don’t have to do anything,” I tell him. “I’m just following along to help you.”

“I don’t mean that. I mean…I’ve imagined this, sometimes. It feels weird that it’s actually happening.”

“That’s why you have to get experience, son,” I tell him. “You have to learn what sort of things stay in your mind, so you can jerk off to them, and what things are worth making real.” The image of his mouth, open around my cock, flashes into my mind, teasing me with what I know can’t be real, even if we both get our cocks out.

“I think I want this to be real.”

“Just take your pants off then, and it will be real. You have nothing to be afraid of with me. Let’s not make a big deal of this, and you’ll see this is just a father teaching his son in a very sensitive area, in a special way that works just for us.”

He shifts his weight to one heel, swaying his hips, undoing the final buttons of his shirt. Easing away the sleeves, he peels the shirt back, but keeps his horns on. The ceiling light shines on his smooth body, hairless but for a thin patch of fine black along his abs. It’s nothing new, what I’m seeing, as he undoes the button on his denim pants, unzips the fly and slips everything down, his dick as erect as mine, sticking out straight.

His pubes are curly bush, thin like the hair along his abs, but his thighs are as smooth as his arms. His balls are thick and globular. Once his pants and boxers are on the ground and he steps out of them, he takes those balls in one hand, and wraps his other around the base of his shaft.

“There, we’re doing it,” he says, tugging at his foreskin. The words are more for himself than for me.

“Not yet,” I say. I strip just as quickly, to keep up my end of the deal. I leave my black T-shirt on. Something about that helps me feel the restraint I know I need, reminds me not to cross the line from demonstration to self-pleasure.

My dick is still hard. It sticks up, rather than out like his. I’m immediately aware of how much bigger mine is than his, with them side by side and erect like this.

I wrap a hand around my dick, once I’ve stepped out of my jeans and boxers. “Now we’re doing it.”

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Seduced By My Slut Best Friend And His Dad: A Dad/Son Gay Incest Story

David is certain his classmate Colin is gay. He sees something of a kindred spirit in Colin, both of them grown up and still in high school from failing too many times. But it’s not until David catches Colin looking at gay porn on his phone that he decides to make his first move.

Under the guise of helping with homework, David invites himself over to Colin’s place. It takes a few beers to loosen up, but soon Colin is spilling more than just secrets. Clothes come off, and soon cum is flying everywhere, but none of that prepares David for the biggest shock he’s about to receive, when he’s buried balls-deep in his new slutty friend, and he learns…

Colin has sex with his dad.

And the crazy adventure is only beginning, because Colin doesn’t realize what he’s been pulled into, what lengths a father will go to when someone treads on his turf.

Nor does he realize what devious intent lies within Colin, who is far from being the innocent son he pretends to be…

Seduced By My Slut Best Friend And His Dad is a 13,000-word story and picks up from the events of Becoming My Dad’s Slut Son.

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“You really are drunk,” I tell him. “Here, let me help you.”

I put one hand on each of his hips, pulling him back from the table, helping him stand upright. It’s impossible for my jutting erection not to touch his buns. I’m ready to apologize, but Colin says nothing.

He’s still hard. I reach around, taking his erection in both hands, working up and down the shaft.

“That feels good,” he says. “You know what you’re doing.”

“It always feels good when someone else does it,” I say.

“I prefer if something is up my butt,” he says.

“I use a butt-plug when I jerk off.”

Colin nudges his waist back, toward my erection. His butt crack slides around my dick, welcoming it into its cocoon of warmth. “Stick it in,” Colin says. “That will help me cum.”

He’s not wrong. I find I shoot even more with my butt plug. It helps me get even more pressure in that second when my cumshots start to twitch at the base.

“You realize I’ll be fucking you then,” I tell him.

“You’re just helping me out. And anyway, it’s our secret.”

Our secret. Fuck. This chemistry lesson has just gone to places I would never have imagined.

“I’d need lube,” I tell him.

“Use spit,” he says. “That’s what Dad uses.”

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Gay Fart Sex 4-Pack Bundle

These men can’t deny their taboo desires any longer. They love farts from manly men. Nothing gets them more turned on than being forced to swallow down some of that toxic gas — and it leads to the hottest sex they’ve ever had.

This gassy and taboo bundle includes the following previously-published gay fart sex stories:
- Sniffing the Jock’s Farts
- Swallowing the Cop’s Farts
- Cruising for Fart Sex
- Fart Sex With My Boyfriend

Give in to your own curiosity and long-denied desires with this 19,000-word bundle of raunchy, smelly sex.

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Muscles seems to get the hint, seems to know what drives my faggy desires. He angles his hips a bit, causing his deliciously hairy ass cheeks to spread and expose his tight, manly hole. It’s tightly knotted; this Alpha God has obviously never bottomed. If I were to show him my hole, he would see what a well-used ass looks like. We’re so different. We’re so perfectly matched.

I stretch my tongue up, trying to reach that amazing and perfect knot of flesh. Just as the tip of my tongue touches it, Muscles flinches.

“Everything okay, Sir?” I ask.

He looks over his shoulder at me, almost shyly. “How much of a pig are you, fag?”

My heart does a pitter-patter of excitement. “Very much so, Sir.”

“Good.”

He squats closer to my face, his tight asshole right in front of my mouth and nose. I stick my tongue out and caress the perfect flesh, lapping up more sweat. Here, though, the taste is drastically different. It tastes like he hasn’t washed his ass in days. I’m tasting things that would turn off most men — even most fags — but for me it drives me up the fucking wall with horniness. I have to fight with myself to not use my hands to grab those perfect, muscular ass cheeks and part them so that I can dig my tongue ever deeper into him. I have to obey the no touching rule.

I just wish I could get more.

Then Master lets out a grunt. I pause in my licking, uncertain of what’s coming next. Muscles’ asshole quivers, then opens.

Braaa-aa-aa-aa-appp-pp-pp

He farts, letting loose a long, noisy, filthy one. I raise my head and bury my nose in his crack, right against his hole. I huff that fart, fill my lungs with his stench. It smells like the men’s room at a greasy taco dive, the kind where the beans run right through you. And I love it.

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Fart Sex With My Boyfriend

Tyler has a kink and doesn’t know how to explain it to his boyfriend, Cody. He wants to have fart sex. He doesn’t think Cody will understand and he won’t go for it. Worse, his boyfriend might think he’s disgusting and it could cause trouble in their relationship.

But that doesn’t stop Tyler from having this dirty desire. Indeed, the desire becomes so overwhelming that he realizes he can’t deny it anymore. He’ll do anything to have Cody fart in his face.

So Tyler comes up with a plan — he’ll make bean burritos for dinner and right when Cody’s stomach starts gassing up, he’ll get Cody naked and in bed. At first, everything seems to go according to plan, but when Cody lets that first fart loose and Tyler sucks it down like his life depends on it, Cody freezes.

Tyler has a choice — back off and apologize or go all-in and give in to his most base desires… and hope that Cody understands.

Fart Sex With My Boyfriend is a 5,000-word short story.

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I hatched this plan the last time we had bean burritos. About two hours after dinner, while we were cuddling on the couch and watching a movie, he started farting non-stop. He kept apologizing and I told him not to worry. He tried to keep the blanket over our laps tight like an airlock, keeping the stench trapped beneath the fabric. But I made sure there was a little gap near my hip, allowing not only for the gas to escape, but for it to rise directly to my face.

I was so fucking hard during that movie. I don’t even remember what it was about because none of my blood was in my brain — it was all in my cock. After the movie, I excused myself, feigning a need to take a crap, but really I jerked my cock in the bathroom and I came so fucking hard I was wiping up cum from all over the floor and walls.

Ever since then, I’ve been thinking non-stop about that night. It’s been my daily bate fuel, but memories of it never got me off quite as hard as the actual thing.

So tonight I was going to make it happen again — and then make it go so much further.

The smell of burritos wafted through the kitchen, making me even harder. My cock was nearly throbbing at this point. I returned to the stove to warm up the burrito wraps, leaning hard against the oven handle in a desperate attempt to tame my cock.

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Servitude (A Hero Enslaved #4)

Corey Cooper, University Student by day and crime-fighting superhero by night, has a problem. He fantasizes about being dominated and enslaved by the supervillain Imperious. Thanks to a stupid mistake, every filthy wish he’s had in the last few months seems to be coming true.

Corey has been captured by Imperious, and he can’t seem to find it in himself to make a bid for freedom. He has been alone for who knows how many days, and it’s only a matter of time before Imperious comes back to finish the job. The question is whether Corey will let it happen without a fight.

Servitude is an 8,600-word short story and part four of a four-part series.

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Unwelcome Visitors (A Hero Enslaved #3)

Corey Cooper, straight-A student by day and crime-fighting superhero by night, can’t get the idea of being dominated and enslaved by the supervillain Imperious out of his head. He thought the fantasies would eventually die down, but if anything, they’ve only gotten worse.

An attack by Shatter, a villain thought to have disappeared two years ago, provides a convenient distraction for Corey but he ends up biting off more than he can chew when he finds out that Shatter is a lot stronger than he was when he disappeared.

Unwelcome Visitors is a 6,400-word short story and part three of a four-part series.

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Shadowy Desire (A Hero Enslaved #2)

Corey Cooper is a university student by day. In his spare time, he is the crime-fighting superhero Tempest but he bears a deep, dark secret: he fantasizes about being dominated and enslaved by a supervillain.

With midterms over, Corey finally has a chance to relax. After sorting things out at his part-time job, Corey heads back to his dorm room to have some important alone time and to indulge that dark craving that he just can’t get out of his head.

Shadowy Desire is a 6,700-word short story and part two of a four-part series.

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