Gay Sex Stories - Page 27

Teen Blues

Most young men jerk off a lot and they get a stiffy at the drop of a hat. Well, those times are behind me by about 20 years now, but my admiration of those boys remains strong. Just a few months ago I was riding the bus from the city to the northern suburbs of Sydney.
3.8 encounters

Black and White Night

I'd done the right thing and agreed to go for a few beers after we'd finished the job, laying bricks in freezing weather seemed stupid to me but the boss had been sure the cement would dry, as he said maybe a million times during the day "it's cold boys, but it's dry so keep working".
3.9 interracial

My New Friend

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.
3.7 beginnings & military

The 24 Year Old Tennis Stud

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.
3.7 athletic

Sloane House Fun

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 encounters

Studly Office Worker Gets Taken By Boss' Son in Warehouse

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.
3.3 beginnings & domination & friendship

Randy And Me

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 friendship

Walk Along The Riverside

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 encounters

Orphan's Rural Tail Spanking

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.
3.6 farm

Sock-Tied & Tickled

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.
3.6 domination

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