1. Bound and Seduced into Sin


    Date: 6/30/2015, Categories: Anal, First Time, Gay Male, Author: hardtocomeby, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Caleb is a good Mormon boy, sacrificing every weekend to deliver God’s word to sinners. One hot summer day he runs into Tom, a studly gay man who shakes Caleb right to his core. Caleb tries to show him the good news, but Tom has other plans--showing Caleb the joys of submitting to a man.This story contains oral, anal, Dom/sub, dirty talk, spanking and restraints. All characters are over 18. /// Caleb peddled hard in the summer heat, feeling the hot wind brush against every part of his sweaty body, better than the stale air but still awful. Timothy peddled behind him, wheezing as he ran out of breath. Caleb had insisted they hit one more cul de sac before packing it it and Timothy had complained about it the entire ride, especially mad because the last cul de sac was at the top of a large hill. When the reached the top he heard Timothy practically jump off of his bike and throw it to the ground, his hands on his knees as he wheezed. Caleb dismounted and pulled off his backpack, checking for the pamphlets. “Ready?” “You go,” Timothy sputtered. “It was your stupid idea.” Caleb made a sour face. Timothy was always like this. He acted f***ed to attend missions, cussed outside of church and didn’t do anything unless his parents f***ed him too. He had hoped dragging him along would show Timothy what good works could do for his soul, but they didn’t seem to help his attitude as the short ginger boy sat on the curb and pulled at the sweaty pits of his collared shirt. “Fine,” Caleb ...
    said. He put the backpack on, his pamphlets in tow and walked to the first house. He got the usual kinds of responses. “No thank you.” “Fuck off.” “No, but please drink some water, son, it’s very hot outside.” As he rounded the cul de sac he looked to where he expected Timothy to be resting and fumed, seeing he had left. A curse formed in his head wanting to be shouted but he resisted it, instead choosing to pray later for the boy’s everlasting soul. The next house he got to was plain outside, with no evidence of c***dren or lawn furniture or anything similar. The yard looked like was either dying or coming back to life. He rang the doorbell and waited. A tall, muscular man answered the door, wearing nothing except a pair of basketball shorts. Caleb swallowed and felt an unfamiliar spark of lightning dance up his legs and down from his stomach at the sudden sight of the man, his tattoos glistening under a sheen of sweat. “Yeah?” he said and Caleb noticed he had big, pouty lips, then blushed hard when he realized what thought had just crossed his head. “Have you heard of,” he started but the man interrupted him with a laugh. “Come inside,” the man said motioning with his head for Caleb to follow him. “I’ve got the A/C on and a fridge full of ice cold water.” “No thanks and you’re sweaty.” The man looked confused at the half statement until he realized what Caleb was protesting. “I was just working out, that’s all.” He laughed and flexed an arm, the muscle rippling, shiny in the ...
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