Men Seeking Men's Sex Stories

by Xander (xanderdg@hotmail.com)

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The unabridged and almost wholly true tale of a high
school jock’s first and only homosexual experience…

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When I was seventeen years old, in 1990, I had a summer
job working at a deli on Cheshire Bridge in Atlanta,
Georgia. Every day, I would carve meat up for the hungry
masses for eight hours a day – this was probably the
beginning of my becoming a vegetarian.

Anyway, at the end of my shift I would change out of my
sweaty, sometimes bloody work clothes, throw on some
shorts and walk the two miles home to watch some TV or
read a book – usually ending the evening with a rousing
session of masturbation. My longtime girlfriend had
started college in August, so my social and sexual life
had found a new crimp.

I lived in the Virginia Highlands neighborhood at the
time, and my trek took me through Midtown – the “gay”
part of town. Almost every day, I was cruised by one man
or another. Their approaches ran the gamut from the
benign (“how ya doing there?”) to the lascivious. (One
guy in a Yugo pulled up next to me and called me over –
his cock was out and hard as a rock, simply massive, and
he told me he wanted to break my ass with it. I often
wonder what would have happened if I had gotten in
instead of threatening to kick his ass before he sped
away.)

One august afternoon, it had to be in the upper nineties.… Read the rest

by dale10 (dale10gut@yahoo.com)

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An experienced Top comes to an understanding with a
fresh faced teen cocksucker in the making. (Mm, reluc,
d/s, oral, military)

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Subject: An Understanding

Cal: Well, here we are, Boy. On your knees in front of
me and both of us naked. You were so shy, there were
times at the bar, I thought we’d never get here. I
almost rejected you and moved on to some other cute
little twink.

Billy: I’m glad you didn’t, Sir. I’m glad you stayed
with me.

Cal: Well, we’ll see if I’m glad too. Are you a good
cocksucker, boy? I’m very particular about my
cocksuckers. I like a nice young fresh mouth, but I also
like expertise! I don’t like to hurry though a dicksuck
and just blast my load in twenty minutes or so. NO, I
like to take a nice long time. I’ll have a boy sucking
on me for an hour or more on and off. Are you going to
be able to do that, Boy?

Billy: I’ll try, Sir. I’ll try my best.

Cal: You are a dumb cunt. Trying is not good enough. You
have to succeed with me. I am not a Trial Man or a Test
Man! You practice for months and months on other dicks,
and then when you know… not think, but know that you
are an A Number One cocksucker… then and only then you
come to me! You’ve got a lot of nerve coming on to me at
the bar, not sure if you can handle my fuckmeat.… Read the rest

by Str8GuyinLA (address withheld)

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I go for a walk in the park and end up the submissive,
again. (MM, dom/sub, reluc, oral)

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I really needed to clear my head. I decided a vigorous
exercise program would go a long way in making me
forget about acting as a submissive slut to a grandpa
at the rest stop. It had been four months and a
girlfriend later and my one gay experience was buried
in my past. Well, at least the hole was dug.

I enjoyed hiking around the reservoir and being near my
home made it a good way to workout as well as get
outside in the beautiful California sunshine. During
the winter, even in California, there just aren’t that
many people at the reservoir and so while I saw people,
the man made lake was sparsely populated, and so few
people were using the park that the staffing by the
rangers and the facilities were significantly scaled
back.

After about 45 minutes of hiking the lake trail I
always needed to take a piss and that day was no
different. As I approached the restrooms, I noticed the
gate had been locked and began to turn away and head
another 400 yards down the path to the next piss
establishment. At the same time, a guy in a 70’s era
jogging suit came out of the bushes looking a bit
guilty of having just taken a leak on park property and
gave me a “I had to go smile & shrug.”

“When you gotta go… you gotta go,” I replied.… Read the rest

by Omnivore (omnivore@mad.scientist.com)

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A young teen likes to jackoff in the out-of-doors. He
does it often, until one day he’s caught doing it. (mm,
mast, voy, oral, outdoor/public, 1st-gay-expr)

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Author’s Note: Of course we need to start off with the
usual **LEGAL** stuff about this being adult material.
Leave now if you are too young to read sexually explicit
stuff, 18 in most jurisdictions, some require you to be
21. Obviously this story is about sex, and about sex
between guys for that matter, so if you are an adult and
find this sort of thing offensive, don’t read it, go
elsewhere.

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Let me begin by admitting that I had definitely had
bisexual fantasies before any of this happened, in fact
I’d thought long and hard about what it would be like to
be with another guy, but I had never had the nerve to do
anything about it. I could always just explain it away
as idle curiosity, simple jackoff fantasies that I would
never actually indulge.

I was much more attracted to women and never had any
trouble getting girlfriends, but every now and then I’d
find myself seeking out gay and bi porn on the web, or
lingering over the “Men Seeking Men” ads in the local
weekly paper. I still never thought I’d act on it,
though, right up until it actually happened.

I spend a lot of my weekend afternoons riding my
mountain bike through the woods in the towns near my
house.… Read the rest

by b100dr00t (b100dr00t@yahoo.com)

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A college freshman hitchhikes home in the rain and is
picked up by a traveling salesman who teaches an
introductory class called Hand-job 101. (MM, exh, 1st-
gay-expr, mast)

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I went to college about 75 miles from my home. About
once a month I would go home for the weekend, bringing
my laundry with me in a battered brown case that once
belonged to my father. I’m sure my mother noticed the
dried pale yellow stains on my T-shirts and briefs but
mercifully never said a word.

Because I didn’t own a car, I had to take a couple of
busses, and then hitchhike the remaining 30 miles.
Back in those days, hitchhiking was more common and
safer. And so, one cold, rainy November night, I found
myself standing beside the highway at my last bus
stop. My breath mixed with the unrelenting drizzle and
after half-an-hour I wondered if I’d ever catch a
ride. But after another fifteen minutes a big, late-
model Chrysler pulled over. I opened the rear door and
tossed in my case, then got into the front seat.

“Helluva night for hitchhiking!” said the driver. He
was a tall, heavily-built man, about 45 years old and
well-dressed.

“It sure is!” I said. “Thanks for stopping.”

He didn’t bother to introduce himself, and neither did
I. He asked where I as headed and when I told him, he
said that dropping me off at my home would take him
just a few miles out of his way.… Read the rest