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    Month: November, 2018

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    August In Midtown

    5 November, 2018 (00:45) | Gay Sex Stories | By: admin

    by Xander (


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


    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

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

    An Understanding

    5 November, 2018 (00:43) | Gay Sex Stories | By: admin

    by dale10 (


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


    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

    A Walk In The Park

    5 November, 2018 (00:34) | Gay Sex Stories | By: admin

    by Str8GuyinLA (address withheld)


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


    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

    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

    A Ride in the Woods

    5 November, 2018 (00:32) | Gay Sex Stories | By: admin

    by Omnivore (


    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)


    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


    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

    A Ride In The Rain

    5 November, 2018 (00:31) | Gay Sex Stories | By: admin

    by b100dr00t (


    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)


    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

    “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