Alphabetical Listing of Gay Sex Stories - Page 210

The Storm Inside And Out

Those horny memories flash back as I think of helping Ned in his allotment with the reward of his gorgeous cock deep inside me. I remember as we toiled on his patch doing the Autumn dig. Ned was as particular about that as he was in finding the right position to fuck me.
4 encounters

The Straphanger

A human tide surges through the doors. I keep my seat since there are no aged or infirm to stand up for. The lady on my left pulls out a bible lesson to read, the man on my right buries himself in the Times stock market pages, and in front of me stands a strap-hanger whose crotch is a couple of feet from my face. New York. I love it. I'm not in the gay life, being married and all.
4.1 encounters

The Tale Of Two Penises

He is furious too, angry at his boss for giving him so less time to prepare his report, angry at the thought that he must be the only one working at this late hour in the whole of New York City, and angry that he will not be with his boyfriend Mark. Jack never thought he could ever fell in love, until he met Mark two years ago. It was mutual physical attractions that first drove the two together.
3.8 encounters

The Taped Cock

He had short salt-and-pepper hair and a neatly trimmed beard in contrast to my clean-shaven face. We both wore glasses. He was only four years older than I, and we shared a lot of characteristics, such as being devoted to solo and mutual jacking. When he invited me to spend a weekend at his house, I accepted eagerly.
3.4 friendship

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

The Third Choice

My ex-wife was trying to pressure my son to marry her, because he's barely 19. He says he loves her. Whereas I feel he doesn't even know what love is, he just wants to fuck her. I decide to talk about the topic with my son more directly. Try to get him to see that being gay is not that bad.
3.6 beginnings & encounters

The Thrill Of Discovery

Most guys must have noticed those ominous messages on doors and walls inn public loo's - and the odd one or two with telephone numbers advertising their services - and for a few of us, sitting on the Loo, perhaps having a crafty squeeze. I was going to try it. All may not be what it seems, but the hell to it, I was feeling horny and turned on by the thrill of discovery.
3.2 encounters

The Togolese Gigolo

In an instant, I felt the anvil blows of my heart as I realized that I had awoken in in Togo, West Africa. During the 7 hour flight I had indulged in one major drinking session from London, downing countless vodka & cokes as a remedy for my fear of flying. This had worked admirably but left me feeling somewhat disorientated.
3.7 encounters black men

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

The Tutor

Almost simultaneously he thought of the student he was preparing so hard for, and shook his head giving a disparaging grunt. Frank was a college sponsored mentor for six of his peers, and worked hard to help each one to advance and succeed. Taking great pride in the fact that he had helped each one to become a little better through his efforts, and justifiably so. All, of course, but one.
3.6 college

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