Gay Science Fiction/Fantasy Sex Stories

Was He an Alien

I lay back on my sleeping bag, one arm behind my head, and slowly slid my hand up and down my lubed cock. Closing my eyes, the tingling sensations washed across my body. My mind was still on him, the man of my dreams. My grasp tightened around my pole as I tried to bring his image into focus. A soft snapping noise invaded my fantasy. Opening my eyes, I gasped. He stood before me.
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Attractive Twink's Masturbation Fantasy

His mind jostled around fragments of conversations reminding him of responsibilities not yet fulfilled, movies not seen, books not read, but these were over shadowed vastly by his responsibilities. He hadn't paid his share of the rent, hadn't taken out the trash, called his boss back for God knows what reason. This 19 year old had more responsibility than most 30 year olds.
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Taking Turns Being Young

My friend, Edward, finished topping off his bottle of Corona. I told him it was my turn next time. As if on cue the barmaid made her way through the crowd and came over to our table. Th barmaid came over and told us some girls were interested in us, but I told her we were engaged.
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Spaceport Pickup

Terry frowned, letting his gaze drift over his shipmate. The loose uniform of a Space Patrolman couldn't hide Garth's athletic physique. Terry took a deep breath, folded his arms across his own well-muscled chest, and stared moodily at the purple-leafed trees that shaded the park from this planet's sun.
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The Shapeshifter

He liked being a knight of Athamantar, but a hard day of riding wore him out as much as anyone. He was looking forward to that inn in Farington, and he would be there in just another hour. As he rode, David looked around him with interest. He had always been an outdoors-man, and this was a part of the forest he had never been in before.
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Jack Meets Werewolf

It's secret darkness, it's never seen sounds. Now, still a teenager, he was walking along a moonlit path, enjoying himself. Jack knew he should be returning to camp, but just a few minutes more of this wonderful solitude. . . . A noise?! Jack turned, and peered up the path. Nothing there, must have been a deer. He scanned the clearing before him. . . .
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The Christmas Pony

Only the lightly falling snow that decorated the landscape seemed to exhibit life. The children of the Streamer family had gone to bed early in hopes that Santa would come. Tom Streamer and his lovely wife Laura were snuggled in each others arms, anticipating the joyous laughter that soon will fill the Midwestern farmhouse as it did each Christmas before.
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Gonad the Barbarian and His Sword

His face etched in a terminal scowl, his sword always at the ready, and a hardon permanently in erection. A bloodstained sky behind an ominous moon provided a backdrop as he urged his horse on. The captive boy he'd rescued from the white-slave caravan, now blugeoned to oblivion, hung onto Gonad, as the man-giant spurred his horse on toward the city.
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Bahman's Ring

I live on Windward Avenue about two blocks from the boardwalk in Venice Beach. California. I had lived there since my lover died, about five years ago. We had been together for 54 years, and now I am alone so every day I walk to the boardwalk just to have something to do.
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Barry Lockridge's Giant Crush

Ever since that fateful day when there ship traveling from Los angles to London went through a space vortex and the ship crashed landed in the land of the giants. Here on this planets the inhabitants were enormous even the children stood close to one hundred feet tall. For most of passengers and crew thought there ordeal had been an absolute nightmare.
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