Gay Sex Stories

Special Christmas Guest

I have lots of aunts and uncles on that side of the family and more than twenty first cousins. Every Christmas everyone in the family gathers at my grandparent's home. Everyone but those who live locally stay at my grandparents' house. My aunts and uncles from out of town stay in the bedrooms, and they set up air mattresses and such in the basement for all of the cousins.
4.2 college

Lover Boy

I was about ten at the time and I was staying the weekend with my mother's younger brother. I burst into his room unannounced to see if he was there and ready to take me to the local football game. He was standing naked with his back to me combing his long blond hair in front of a full length mirror. "Sorry, Uncle Glen," I said in apology. "That's OK, Jimmy," he replied. "I'll be ready in a jiff.
4 beginnings

Won't You Be My Neighbor?

In many ways it was nice - Chett would have total solitude. In other ways it was not so nice, with his boyfriend gone he was lonely and horny. They had fucked Thursday night before he left, but by Friday evening, he was extremely horny again. By Saturday morning, he felt like he was going nuts. It was a nice day so he decided to do a little sunbathing.
3.1 friendship

The Physical

I was 18 years old, hot, horny, tall, with an athletic looking body, hairless chest, longish brown hair and a relatively unused 8 inch dick. I say unused, because I had not had sex for three years, the first time being when I was 14 and fucked my 13 year old neighbor, followed by a long period of being in the closet, where I told no one that I was gay.
3.4 encounters

One Night With Kenny

Kenny was a very popular guy who hosted small parties in his barracks room often. It was common to see him bringing various women to the barracks for a night of debauchery and to see the weary-eyed ladies leaving his room in the morning. One night I was at one of his parties and nearly everyone was smashed on bourbon and beer.
3.7 military

What I Was Waiting For

Traffic was so light, that it didn't exist at that time of night, and it was starting to sprinkle rain, with flashes of lighting illuminating a heavy bank of clouds told me it was about to do more than sprinkle. There was nothing I could do but trudge along on the verge of the highway, and hope for the best. I was tired, and decided to try to find some cover to get some rest.
3.1 beginnings & encounters & first time

Gay Western Showdown

Fuckin unbelievable. What am I doin¹ here? I should be home on the range giving head to a ramrod or trail-boss, or even a chuck-wagon cook, not stuck out here, in the middle of the street wilting under a high noon sun with some fucking barn­-boy ready to blow my fuckin' brains out.
3.9 historical

Shane's Football Injury

He stood 6' 2", weighed 210 (solid muscle), was a dirty blond, and had crystal blue eyes. His dad started him on weights when he was thirteen, and he had honed his physique into a model sculpture. Shane took pride in his body, working hard to be a good football player and to look good for the girls. He played backup to the first string quarterback.
3.6 athletic

Gloryhole Junkie's Roman Holiday

I was wandering the streets at about 12:30 a. m. , as is my habit in many cities I visit. I'm NOT out selling or "wares", but rather like to have a city to myself for at least an hour. I'm not one of those fond of the Spanish Steps at noon but I love it at midnight.
3.9 encounters

The Road Home

Sarah, another friend, had said that she would accompany him on the 8 hour drive. Jason arrived at Sarah's home and after loading her ample luggage into the car, they set off for the coast. It was a hot day, and Jason thanked his lucky stars in choosing a car that had air-conditioning.
3.4 friendship

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