Gay Sex Stories - Page 3

It Happened One Night

I glanced down at my watch as I stumbled out of my car and tried to make out the time through my drunken eyes. "2:17 in the fucking morning. " I thought to myself. The bars just closed for the night and I had spent most of my evening trying to drown the depression I had been in all week but to no avail. I was still depressed. "So, why am I here?" I asked out loud to no one.
3.4 friendship

The Christmas Pony

Only the lightly falling snow that decorated the landscape seemed to exhibit life. The children of the Streamer family had gone to bed early in hopes that Santa would come. Tom Streamer and his lovely wife Laura were snuggled in each others arms, anticipating the joyous laughter that soon will fill the Midwestern farmhouse as it did each Christmas before.
3 sci-fi/fantasy

Gonad the Barbarian and His Sword

His face etched in a terminal scowl, his sword always at the ready, and a hardon permanently in erection. A bloodstained sky behind an ominous moon provided a backdrop as he urged his horse on. The captive boy he'd rescued from the white-slave caravan, now blugeoned to oblivion, hung onto Gonad, as the man-giant spurred his horse on toward the city.
3.5 sci-fi/fantasy

The Bride Eats The Cake And The Best Man Eats The Groom

We've been best friends almost from that first meeting and we went through all the milestones of youth supporting one another. It's strange because we couldn't be more different.
4 friendship

Just Playin

The kid was standing at the bar, oh-so-tight faded jeans outlining his tight, tender ass, black sneakers, and a white cotton shirt, precisely the same brightness as his dazzling smile. John was not what anyone would call shy. He swaggered up to the bar, near enough to the kid to rest his massive chest against Danny's shoulder. Danny looked up and John threw his killer smile at him.
3.4 friendship

Intense Blow Job

I do know a few gay people that also live in my small town and have even been with a few of them before. However, I am the type of guy that is always looking for more and more sex with different guys. Call me a slut if you will and I just may be one!
3.6 beginnings

Learned From The Reader

One of the e-mails I'd gotten was from this guy who told me he could relate to the main character very well, then told me about him and the relationship he has with two of his friends. After I'd read it, i couldn't stop thinking about it.
3.6 encounters

Getting To The Bottom

At the time, I was going to the coast to dive at least one weekend every month. Several times I ended up taking along one or another of the interns who wanted to dive. Usually, they had taken a few lessons at their college, but never really dove in the ocean before.
3.7 beginnings

Big Black Cock In The Shower

We were playing football and Carl was supposed to be covering me. It was the last class of the day and all I wanted to do was go home. I ran as fast as I could to try and get open, but Carl was always on my ass, it looked like he was barely even trying. I don't know why I even try, they never pass me the ball.
3.5 athletic

Giving In To Curiosity

At nineteen the five foot nine inch tall teen was starting his sophomore year. Garret played soccer and did some light weight lifting, giving him a lean, hard body. His brown hair was always kept short, and he usually spiked it, or just threw a hat on, sometimes both. He had no chest or back hair and the summer had given him a slight tan. Most girls found his soft brown eyes irresistible.
3.4 college

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