Gay Sex Stories - Page 78

I hadn't been here very long myself, just a little under a year. The fact that I'd just come off of the night shift and was back on days now, could maybe account for why I hadn't seen this great looking guy before. Anyway, I was back on day crew now. Back into my groove now. I'd really hated being on night shift. Just a personal preference.
4.1 4306 words 19 mins beginnings & military

I had been practicing for about one hour and decided to take a break. I sat down to catch my breath, but his body took it away from me. He had long lean legs and wore tennis shorts which barely covered his ass. And yes, his ass was round and firm; I could see the outline of his jock through them.
3.6 1511 words 7 mins athletic

I've been reading for years about the various sordid soirees and horny happenings at these kind of places, making them sound like a kind of amateur bathhouse, and it was kind of let-down not to see people fucking and sucking in the hallways.
2.9 1765 words 8 mins encounters

Why he wanted me here I soon found out but at the time I figured since my boss was buying the inventory he wanted me to see something before the papers were delivered. But why Josh of all people? All he ever did at his father's company was goof off and spend his dad's money. Josh and me never really got along due to a little jealousy on both parts.
3.6 2727 words 12 mins beginnings & domination & friendship

Of course, I saw lots of faces that I recognized, and recognized me. They were still total strangers, just like him. I guessed he was about 6'2, 210-220lbs, with shaggy brown hair, a thick goatee and glasses framing baby-blue eyes. And he was built like a brick outhouse. Not bad for a guy in his late 30's.
3.2 2330 words 10 mins friendship

The sort of day that's possible in late May in Paris, the leaves on the trees in the squares and the boulevards already starting to crisp and turn brown at the edges. The sort of day that you might possibly see in London in August in a decade, but that in Paris comes all too regularly. I'm not a man for the heat - certain saunas aside - and the day had been too much for me.
2.8 1940 words 9 mins encounters

Danny was a decent man who had taken me in after my parents had been killed in a tragic accident, and, with my sister's help, raised me as his own. The year was 1950, a time when boys expected to be kept in order with corporal punishment. Most lads had outgrown the need for physical discipline by the age of 16. Although I had passed that milestone, Danny showed no sign of slowing down.
3.1 1471 words 7 mins farm

Sock bondage with a friend of mine I've known since high school. Tom, is 6'2", 167, well hung and has wide ticklish feet and wears my favorite type of sweat socks of all time. This type of sock is great for gathering all the sweat one's feet can create inside those high-top sneakers he likes to wear.
3.7 1799 words 8 mins domination

Both men were 27 and members of a gym where they lifted weights and worked out to tone their perfect bodies. They had disliked each other at first sight, afraid the other stud would steal attention away from themselves and be crowned as "Club Stud" by the other gym members.
3.7 2837 words 13 mins athletic

Naked, alone in bed, with a roaring hard-on. It had been five years since he had moved out of his parent's house and away from his family, and now, living in New York City and working as an executive in a savings and loan branch office, he found that he had everything that he could possibly had wished for. Except that, on mornings like this, something was missing.
3.4 1949 words 9 mins friendship