Gay Friendship Sex Stories - Page 3

Rock and Roll is my Thing

I'm 24... Alright, alright. I'm twenty fucking seven. So what? I'm kinda worried about being twenty seven because they always told me that rock 'n roll is a young man's music. Fuck that! As long as the music's not too loud, I'm not too old! But the music is in me, man. Rock 'n roll is my life. I belong to a band. The name of the band is not important. Just like my real name, that's all you need to know.
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Boston Boy Goes Bisexual

I'm a counselor and have an office in the ground floor of the house. The living room is upstairs. I was showing a client out, when a guy in a Captain's Army uniform was walking up the drive. He said, "Hi Brandon, how's things?" Was I ever surprised he had been a roommate back in college.
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The Old Man Is Tight

I was sitting in one of those ancient trains that shook violently from side to side as they raced along the tracks, probably the first electric train ever made. As the green fields fazed out and the houses began to come in view, a sense of familiarity struck, twelve years later, yet everything seemed the same.
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Friendship Between Ronnie And Randy

We'd decided to spend a Saturday afternoon together after we'd been introduced at a party by a mutual jacking friend. All I knew about them was that they lived together, and had an interest in mutual jacking. Ronnie and Randy were only a couple of years younger than I, and made an effort to be distinctive because they did not dress alike and they wore their hair differently.
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My Best Friends are Both Named Mark

Mark left for boarding school when we were young, he would always keep in touch and would go home on breaks and holidays. I haven't seen them both for quite awhile but I still remember what happened to us three years ago. Marc, on the other hand, attended a different university so we hardly saw each other.
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My Friend Phil

I spread the drop of lube around the front of his bell-shaped swollen purple cock-head with one fingers as I held the shaft with the other hand. At the same time, I felt Phil's warm fingers clasping my engorged cock, gently stripping the long thick foreskin back from my turgid glans, then covering it again.
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First Time Visiting Bathhouse for a Nice Man

Stan had decided it would be a new experience for me, and as I am adventurous enough to try anything within reason once, I went along with his proposal. That Saturday evening, after dinner, we went to the bath house and checked in, leaving our clothes in a locker and wearing only the skimpy towels the staff had issued us.
3.1 encounters

Pleasing Greg

I ask him if I could touch his body. He says yeah, go ahead. My trembling hands first touch his face. My hands roam across his forehead and then around his deep blue eyes. He stares into mine. I then explore his cheeks, feeling the stubble of beard. Down to his neck, I trace my fingers from one ear to the other, tickling his ear lobes. Now on to his chest.
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Gay Party Time to Meet Hunky Kevin

Here I was sitting around the house on a Saturday night with nothing to do. There was 37 channels of shit on the TV to choose from. I decided to put on some Rock and Roll and drink a couple of beers, listen to some music and then go to bed. In the middle of the first song, my phone rang.
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Partying With James

I party at friends' houses several days a week. I end up at a bar one or two nights a week too. When you hang out and party as much as me and my friends do, you end up with several groups of friends and friends of friends that you hang out with. This wouldn't be important if it weren't for the fact that the constant changing of people creates some really interesting situations.
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