Gay Encounters Sex Stories - Page 4

Stranger On A Train

He was in his forties he said and was called Paul. I'd told him my name, we'd made some small talk and having found out that I was a whisky drinker he asked me to his house to help finish off a bottle. It wasn't far out of my way and I figured I could take care of myself if anything happened so I agreed. I had nothing better to do.
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Dressed in Drag and Finding Trucker Heaven

That evening I took a shower, and on the spur of the moment, I decided to shave some of the hair off my body. I had shaved my groin many years ago for my darling, Bobby; he seemed to prefer a hairless crotch. Maybe my new lovers would, too. I removed all the hair from my neck down to almost mid-thigh.
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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.
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Ride Home in the Rain

After running a few errands, I was on my way home. The old highway was deserted except for a few cars passing by every now and then. I had just set my wipers to the mist position when the rain started to pick up to a light shower. Nothing soaking, just enough of a shower on a humid day to make the air feel even more sticky. That's when I saw him. He was not your average hitchhiker.
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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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