Let's be a Nifty Gay erotica story!

I'm the big ol' guy, always sittin' on his front porch, scratchin' his nuts, when the mailman comes to deliver.

I'm the impoverished nubian urban youth who has the street cred of Gary Fencik.

I get ass raped every night as I walk through dark hallways of the projects. I get spit-roasted by police officers every day.

When I'm not being ass raped, I take night courses and save money to pay for my sister's/mother's kidney.

I'm the bed nobody seems to use for sex.

I'm the flower pot that gets thrown off the porch railing during the transition between fore-play and actual sex.

I'm the hot friend of the older brother who for some reason likes to go camping and expose innocents the pleasures of getting high

Now I kinda wish there were links to some of the stories referenced. These were hilarious.

I'm the glass of lemonade that never gets drunk on the hot, southern night when the "host" brings it out to the soon-to-be top.

I'm a bisexual jock who starts bringing other guys into threesomes with my girlfriend and things go wrong when they start falling for me hard. And vice versa. I also have a bit of a S/M dom streak in me.

***This one's real and from Nifty's bi-section. Used to love this when I was younger. Hot as hell, but there are women in it also, so maybe not for people only wanting male only stuff. Wanked many times listening to it through text-to-speech. Name of the series is 'Corrupting a Minor' but it's set in college and people in it are adults.

R8's link reads like Jane Austen porn.

Interesting, if rather stilted.

Kinda hot. High school wrestlers, rape and incest.

Im the egyptian cotton cum rag

I'm the guy (mid 30's) that gave the young jock his first blow job from a man in a public park bathroom.

I'm the always clean and ready prelubed anus.

I'm the mustached teacher who kept the naughty, mustached student after school for detention.

I'm the gang of rough, unwashed bikers who ignore all the pussy in the world because we're so into college age jockboys.

I'm the insatiable five-year-old.

I'm the dried cum on the writer's desk chair from so many intense "creative" sessions.

I am a door to door salesman in a suit selling something big and hard. I have glasses, because I am smart and smart phone and under my suit big tats.

I'm the white high school teacher who tries to make a difference in my students' lives.

Every day, I get ass raped by young misunderstood impoverished nubian urban youths when I attempt to break up fights in the locker room. I also get spitroasted by the Principal and VP every evening.

When I'm not being ass raped, I teach night courses and tell promising, poor, nubile, bulging students, "It gets better!"

I'm a knowing wink, given during preliminary dialogue by the confident top.

I'm the horny daddy spying on his young nubile son changing clothes.

I'm the ranch owned by a philantrop-pilanthrop giver of monies.

Young urban misunderstood youths who are young are brought here to raise and milk mustangs. The days are hot and the nights are hotter.

I'm the guy that keeps bisex porn mags in the front floorboard of my car so the teenage hitchhikers I pick up will already be half hard when I offer them $10 to play with their dicks then another $10 to suck them off.

I'am the hot basketball jock hated by the team and blackmailed into daily gay sex/rape scenarios any and everywhere my revengeful teammates desires. I'am also forced into a secret gay relationship with the towns hot gay lifeguard.

My favorite (unfinished) nifty story. This began when I was a freshman in college when I happen to live across the hall from the hottest jock on campus. When he broke up with his girlfriend pussy all around campus got moist and paid him a visit. It was crazy.

I'm the 12 year old boy who wants, nay dare I say, needs to have hot, sweaty, watery cum-soaked sex with a hot 50 year old, overweight, skin tag laced, blad perv.

Of course, the 12 year old boy will always be eternally grateful......

I'm the snug khakis on the attractive, sturdily built male dept. store employee.

I'm the high school wrestling coach.

I'm the hot sunny day on the farm. . . .

I'm the novelty ice cream truck. Bananas on a stick are not the only objects that are going to be dipped in chocolate sauce and rolled in crushed nuts today.

Sadly, R16 nails it.

I'm doctor good-finger getting ready for this year's annual medical inspection of the soccer team. . . .

Im the hot, muscular, not so distant male family member that says the gay has to be fucked out of me to go away!

I'm the daddy's bad bad Boy!

I'm the monster sized cock that somehow every attractive dude has.

I'm an empty discarded popper bottle under the front seat of a pick-up truck.

Post Script:

After losing his legal case, Billy Myerson became a cocksucking slut for Black dick, seeking it in every park and train station, outside every liquor store and in every bar.

I'm the Hanson sub-section. I contain 2,496 stories.

I am the Tom Daley sub-division, parts 1 - 164.

In every story, Tom is a hungry bottom.

We're the embarrassingly bad slash fiction about TV shows whose stars are now fat and bald.

I'm the lengthy description of the narrator's background and physique.

I am a 18 year old footy virgin who gets gang banged hard by his entire football team after scoring the winning goal

I am a 10 inch disguised as a 8 inch

I'm the LEGAL DISCLAIMER! with a funny twist.

I’m the hot interracial hookup that suddenly takes a dive into shit/piss/pedobear territory in part lll.

Im a bro selling his younger brother into a sex brothel cos of not being able to pay off mob debts

I’m the ridiculously in-shape middle age daddy/uncle/coach/teacher all the young boys want to have sex with.

we're the unlocked bathroom and bedroom doors that allow masturbating nephews to be exposed.