Alphabetical Listing of Gay Sex Stories - Page 65

Football Team Welcome

I went to where the coach was, and he told me to be at the football field at four O' clock. At 4 o'clock, I went to the field, and saw the coach: tall. blond. muscular. handsome. a very nice sight. Then I started to look around, and I saw all of the team members, and they were all very well built. And since they were all training shirtless, I could see their muscles move and sweat.
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Football Victory Leads To Golden Shower

Everyone was hyped on the bus ride back to the school. When we arrived, and went past the cheerleaders as we stepped off the bus, we walked into the already smelly locker room. As we took off our pads, I looked around at all the other guys stripping down and walking into the showers, soaking in the moment, for it will be the last time until next season. 5" soft.
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For Old Times Sake

After high school graduation, we had gone our separate ways, but somehow managed to keep in touch. Three times I had had to call his mother to get his latest address, but we kept exchanging letters and occasional phone calls. I liked the guy, a lot. If I had just been able to tell him I was gay.
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For You Guys That Love Cocks

Let my fingers wander lower, rubbing your belly, tickling, caressing, teasing. Down over your waist, and between your thighs my hands would run, kneading, caressing. Then, they'd run back up, dip slightly into your waistband, and a little lower, just brushing the tip of your straining cock ever so lightly. Make my lips into a little 'O' and blow warm air over your cock, bathing it in my breath.
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Forbidden Gaysex

Sigmund Freud might have surmised that I constructed my dream through subconscious observation. But I have always thought that Freud sounds so much like fraud. Besides which, I have never met anyone with an Oedipus complex, although there are certainly plenty of motherf**kers in the world. Trust me, I work with most of them. At first he shifted nervously on the sofa, trying to phrase a response.
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Forced Sex In Library

It was a gloomy day with dark clouds taking the joy out of life. I dragged out of bed and fed myself. I had to skip my morning wank as I was late for my research project. I hastily dressed on with my briefs, levis, a t-shirt, and a jacket. I quietly left the apartment although the need for that was out of order. I walked down the hallway to discover a sign on the elevator switch-board.
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Forcing Burglar To Suck My 8 Inch Cock

I rushed in the house and must have barely shut the door, I forget. The cats were appreciative, as always, for their mid-afternoon treat, then I bounded up the stairs, undressed, laying everything out on the bed to be put back on, except for the my shirt; Ill put on a freshly ironed one for the event, I thought. I hopped into the shower, turning the water on lukewarm, then cool.
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Foreskin Play With Ronnie

He was 67, four years older than I, but in better shape than I. Like me, he wore trifocals, but unlike me, he wore a mustache. I'd met him in the Internet chat room, and we'd enjoyed cyber-sex together several times. He lived about 50 miles away from me, but at freeway speeds, this was less than an hour's drive. "I like the beautiful bulge at the end of your prick," he commented.
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Fork In The Friendship

Both being 19 years old, they felt like they understood their entire world completely. The trust between the two boys was the strongest bond they had ever known. The two college sophomores always treated each other as equals and never sought to control each other, learning from the abuses and destruction of friendships they had seen around them. The two did everything together, including dates.
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Found At Trailways

I had the weekend to myself, so I went to a small town just south of where I lived at the time. The year was 1962. I had been to the Grey Hound Bus terminal, read amongst the writings on the wall of another bus terminal in town, by a major hotel, where the action was hot and heavy, and quiet. I loved quiet ! So I went there with high hopes, and a hot piece of man-meat hungry to be sucked.
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