Gay Relationship Sex Stories

Dave And Jim Go Camping

They were both sweating. God it was hot, Dave thought, as he wiped the drops of sweat from his brow. His entire body was drenched. He could feel his large balls rubbing uncomfortably against his thighs and drops of sweat rolled down the crack of his ass. "Man, I can't wait until we get out of this heat," he heard Jim say, "it's going to be great being back at the lake together; I can hardly wait."
3.5

Gary And Martin Remember

Taking a drag on my cigarette I looked at the ceiling. "Do you remember the first time you and me showed each other our dicks?" Martin's wistful question filled the quite room. He'd gone back over to the couch, put his cap back on and was idly squeezing the last drops of clear cum from his dick. "Yeah I do. We would've been... how old?"
3.4

Big Al

His prominent jaw line is dressed in a full beard and juts out authoritatively from his thick, bull neck. He has a powerful looking barrel-sized chest flanked by wide, rounded shoulders and his pecs roll off to the sides of that ball-shaped gut to form the most seductively tantalizing creases.
3.4

Boot Slut In Chicago

Although he was only 34, he had made fast progress in his career and was in charge of his own team of auditors. To them he was the boss who knew the answers and with whom they had to clear whatever they wanted to do. But when Keith left the office at 4:00 each afternoon his colleagues did not know that he went into a complete role reversal. You see, Keith is a boot slut.
3.3 domination & friendship

Lay on the Bed as He Travels Towards My Tool

Hard. Excited. I lie there as his tongue travels up my leg toward my treasure. My hands reach out for his head as he reaches my thing. I pull him towards my tool. His tongue wraps itself around my shaft as he kisses what he loves. He engulfs my cock and sucks. Sucks. Sucks. Sucks. Tense. Orgasm. Cum. It hits the back of his throat. I'm in heaven. Again. My cock softens and falls out.
3.8

Smallest Things Makes a Difference

I realized that the other night with you. I hadn't seen you in what seemed like an eternity, but just the sight of you walking towards me erased the time in between. I realized that the 2,412,960 feet keeping us apart had been reduced to the ten feet you were from me then. Then you hugged me, and for the first time in over a month, I was complete.
3.7

Love Hurts Sometimes

I look through the bathroom door and see a bleary eyed man in bed.
3.3

You Smell of Sex when You Wake

That we are both men means nothing to anyone except us. The lighting makes this Sargent's Venice, verging on the abstract, and your coloring is brilliant against formal clothes. I notice a Frenchman watching us closely. He is confident, comfortable with himself, more elegant than handsome. From time to time, he touches his lower lip absently with beautiful hands.
3.3 massage

Shaving Together as Couples Do

With his pale skin and black kinky hair he told me he shaved almost every afternoon or whenever he was going to see me. His satiny skin and scrawny body made him my favorite physical type. When I saw him last week I'd told him that he wasn't to shave anything except his face until he next saw me. Normally very submissive he objected saying the regrowing hair would itch and drive him mad.
4.5 shaving

Letter To Nate

Yesterday, I had spent the day thinking about us, as I went through the motions of my daily chores. I thought about things logically as I got groceries from Costco, I felt about things emotionally when I was having coffee in Burlingame and I talked to friends about all of this. None of it brought me any real insight into any of it, except for what I already know: That I am still in love with you, but for the moment I could only be a friend.... Because you're in rebound mode. Because there's a good chance that you no longer see me that way. And most importantly, because you are succumbing to the the addiction of being in love with love, while I've done all I can to control and repel my addiction.
3.4

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