Gay Encounters Sex Stories - Page 2

Solid Gold for Big Cock Worshipper

Actually, a couple of confessions. I have been crazy about cock since my early twenties. I was pretty active in those days. The more I got the more I wanted. Quite early on, I developed a "taste" for big cocks/ Oversized meat. No salami too long, no pork too thick, hard or hairy for my liking. As time went by the inevitable happened: I ran into a few whoppers that were more than dud then stud.
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Plow Me in the Last Arcade Booth

The quiet streets had deep furrows of snow through which an occasional taxi or auto would creep. I was surprised that the coffee shop was open, and that so many hearty souls had ventured out for breakfast on a Saturday morning. A group of college-aged boys were huddled at the counter. They were wearing trendy club clothes, and I assumed that they were wandering home from a long night of partying.
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The Dare from the Jock

Boy he's got a shape on him. Must be a gymnast or something. Man it is crowded in here. I guess that's normal for a Sunday night. Mmm, there he goes again. The shoulders on this guy! Shit, I better cool it. I'm starting to get hard. I wish I could hear what he was talking about to that other guy. It's so loud in here you wouldn't be able to hear an air raid.
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The Twink On My Balcony

After a long swim in the ocean and a walk along the beach, I was heading back to my ocean front rental condo looking over the beach in Cancun. As I rode up the elevator, a good looking young guy was got off on the same floor and we opened our door at the same time, his being directly across the hall from mine.
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The Gay Encounter in the Woods

There were no street lights, no intrusive neon signs, no light at all except for the seductive glow of the full moon. I could easily lose myself in the thought that nothing existed, nothing but the woods, and the cool breeze blowing through my hair. As I walked deeper into the woods I could hear the soothing sounds of frogs singing in the night and what sounded like a stream.
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Time On The Water

The fact that she had a busy summer job and was still in school left me with free time on my hands, a boat that I was still paying on, and a chance to wear fewer clothes. More than once this summer, I've found myself heading to the local boat launch solo, a cooler and a book in hand, headed out for an afternoon of tanning, swimming and getting myself into trouble.
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Taxi Driver Takes A Chance

He is not even a Russian. He is born and raised in the Caucasus area of southern Russia, but he came to Moscow as a very young man, in search of adventure and success. Photography is his passion and he is good at it too. I met him a couple years ago when I was living in Moscow.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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