Gay Sex Stories - Page 14

The Dare from the Jock

Boy he's got a shape on him. Must be a gymnast or something. Man it is crowded in here. I guess that's normal for a Sunday night. Mmm, there he goes again. The shoulders on this guy! Shit, I better cool it. I'm starting to get hard. I wish I could hear what he was talking about to that other guy. It's so loud in here you wouldn't be able to hear an air raid.
3.8 encounters

The Twink On My Balcony

After a long swim in the ocean and a walk along the beach, I was heading back to my ocean front rental condo looking over the beach in Cancun. As I rode up the elevator, a good looking young guy was got off on the same floor and we opened our door at the same time, his being directly across the hall from mine.
3.2 encounters

The Gay Encounter in the Woods

There were no street lights, no intrusive neon signs, no light at all except for the seductive glow of the full moon. I could easily lose myself in the thought that nothing existed, nothing but the woods, and the cool breeze blowing through my hair. As I walked deeper into the woods I could hear the soothing sounds of frogs singing in the night and what sounded like a stream.
3.3 encounters

A Night In The Barn

It's raining, unseasonably cold and about 5:00 PM on a summer's eve. I have no idea where I am on this country road. I have been looking for a small town in mid-state NY to check out a farmhouse to possibly buy for hours. In my travels, I've noticed several old farms, homes and barns, it's a shame people just let this all go to hell I just love these old barns.
3.3 beginnings

Time On The Water

The fact that she had a busy summer job and was still in school left me with free time on my hands, a boat that I was still paying on, and a chance to wear fewer clothes. More than once this summer, I've found myself heading to the local boat launch solo, a cooler and a book in hand, headed out for an afternoon of tanning, swimming and getting myself into trouble.
3.2 encounters

Plantation Slave Fucks White Guy

I am a slave on a cotton plantation, I live with my woman called Portia and my child. Life is hard but good for us slaves, master Johnson up in the big house is good to us all. Well, as good as a white master can be to his slaves, but his no good white trash overseer is hard and cruel.
3.8 historical

The Trial

It wasn't a dream. He's still here. That's his hand stroking my penis, trying to wake me up. I better pretend to be asleep. He's stroking from the base to the tip and I'm getting hard. I daren't look. He's blowing warm air up my spine, wants to fuck me again. I've forgotten his name. I've forgotten what he looks like. I think he has sandy blond hair, tied at the back like a pony's tail.
3.2 historical

Sex Between The Stacks

You've probably never heard of it. As part of my student-work activities, I do odd jobs around campus. Last Friday evening, I was in the school library, cleaning the stacks, and getting ready to close up. Not that I would have anything to do Friday night anyway. Since coming here I've been very lonely. I miss the gay night scene in Pittsburgh, my home town.
3.7 college

Taxi Driver Takes A Chance

He is not even a Russian. He is born and raised in the Caucasus area of southern Russia, but he came to Moscow as a very young man, in search of adventure and success. Photography is his passion and he is good at it too. I met him a couple years ago when I was living in Moscow.
3.6 encounters

Personal Trainer

His voice insisted that I was doing good, looking strong. Who was I to argue? I had a twenty year old buff stud telling me I was looking good and that I was strong. I wasn't about to disappoint him. I pushed myself harder and found the motivation to finish the set. This kid was killing me. Jake was worth it though. I'd spotted him the moment I joined the gym.
3.7 athletic

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