Gay Sex Stories - Page 4

The Insatiable Skinhead

I quickly got into the changing room it had been so long since I had sex. Wow. I couldn't believe it. The guys here are gorgeous. They always are and there always checking me out too, which was the best ego boost of them all. Being fancied by the hottest guys you could imagine. Wow. I loved this place. There I was undressing in the changing rooms and this guy was shamelessly checking out my ass.
3.3 encounters

ROTC Bootlicker Gay Authoritarian Story

When I started high school I found myself dreaming about boots as I rubbed my crotch. . Next I found the joy of masturbating while fantasizing about being under the domination of men or boys in big black boots. Since x-rated movies and adult shops were still off limits, I fed my boot lust by watching war movies. I was really turned on by army commandos kicking and stomping their way to victory.
3.4 military

Watching Lesbian Women Have Sex Gets My Friend Craving a Blowjob

Frantically trying to see what was happening, but the gap was far to narrow to be able to get a clear view, suddenly the man was pushed downwards as someone behind him placed big hands on his shoulders to get a better view of the room. Two men fighting for position in the darkness of a back garden, desperately trying to see what was happening indoors.
3.3 friendship

One Lucky Black Slave

I'm a fairly successful, middle-aged colored guy, happily married with two children, yet I have a secret, private life on the side as a nigger slave. It isn't easy living a double life, in fact it's maddening, nerve-wracking, and at times I feel as though I'll go mad, but I have no choice. No, that's not true. I had choices and I made them.
2.9 interracial

The Guest

No breath of air moved in the oppressive heat. Everything shimmered in the haze. Now and again a swirl of dust would roll and eddy in a curious mini whirlwind motion, but it never seemed to reach you for even that choking dust would be most a most welcome relief from the oppressive heat.
3.9 farm

The Thing with the Unexpected

He knew I was gay and didn't seem to mind. My father was a drunk, I had no brothers. We discussed my sexuality often; but he said it was caused by an anxiety of women, based on the relationship I'd had with my mother. That I'd bought into that misogynist myth that women are only interested in men as providers, and that I couldn't meet the responsibility.
2.6 sci-fi/fantasy

Eighteen Year Olds Dont Cry

Lucas peeled it off, screwed it into a ball and threw it into the night. On second thoughts he wondered whether it might have been more sensible to keep it as insulation against the cold. First night without a roof over his head and his head still buzzed from the fighting. Soon reality hit, he was homeless. Alone on the street.
3.1 encounters

Hooking Up with Guy I've Been Chatting with

His name is Paul and he is my age and basic build, or so he has told me. Actually, I have no real reason to disbelieve him. Anyway, we finally arranged to meet and get to know each other in person. I sit at the table in the coffee shop and wait for my... date? Seems odd when I say it. I am not completely comfortable. I deeply desire sex with a man, but I'm deathly afraid.
4.2 beginnings

Obsession With Drew

We were virtually inseparable. We experienced all of a young boy's life ups and downs. We had everything in common, and even looked like brothers. Both of us had brown hair in nearly the same style, and brown eyes. He was a year older than me, and was always taller and lankier than I. Overall, we knew we could count on each other. Drew was a patient, sweet, and kind kid.
3.8 friendship

Only One Way To Go

I like him well enough in general, but I know he's a homophobe, so we aren't close. Not that I've told him I'm gay or anything, I prefer the closet, thank you. My father's a man with a violent temper and I'm no fighter. There's no use attempting to "out" myself and look for acceptance in my family, they're a bunch of under-educated redneck bastards.
3.6 friendship

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