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    August In Midtown

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

    by Xander (xanderdg@hotmail.com)

    ***

    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
    away.)

    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 (dale10gut@yahoo.com)

    ***

    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
    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

    A Ride in the Woods

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

    by Omnivore (omnivore@mad.scientist.com)

    ***

    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
    elsewhere.

    ***

    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 (b100dr00t@yahoo.com)

    ***

    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
    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

    A Tale of Four Blowjobs – 4

    9 June, 2018 (13:18) | Gay Sex Stories | By: admin

    by Kimmie Holland (address withheld)
    
    *** 
    
    A sissy goes to sleep with a cock in her mouth--and 
    wakes up with a cock in her mouth. (M/m-teen, oral, tv, 
    sissy)
    
    ***
    
    4. Cock-a-doodle-doo (and bacon too!)
    
    I kiss H on the forehead and slip out of bed. A girl 
    needs to tidy herself up first thing in the morning and 
    a girl like me needs even more tidying up than most. In 
    front of the mirror, I survey the ravages. Not so bad. 
    It could be worse, much worse, and don't I know it. A 
    touch up here and there and I'm reasonably presentable. 
    I pad into the kitchen, still in my fishnet stockings, 
    get the coffee started, wash last night's dishes.
    
    From whence forth comes this instinct�so immediate and 
    unalloyed that indeed I can only call it "instinct"�to 
    take care of an alpha male, to satisfy his desires, to 
    feed his appetites, all his appetites? I ponder this 
    question while the coffee drips into the carafe and I 
    tend to the bacon for H's breakfast sizzling in the 
    pan. 
    
    I've done another quick change into a pink babydoll and 
    a pair of low-heeled open-toed mules, the kind with the 
    superfluous little feather puff on the instep�a 
    metaphor for my existence. I look like a complete pansy 
    standing there in my pigtails but I feel so strangely 
    content and complete: could it be that, ridiculous as 
    it is, this is the role I was engendered to fulfill in 
    the Great Movie of Oblivion?
    Read the rest

    A Tale of Four Blowjobs – 3

    9 June, 2018 (13:16) | Gay Sex Stories | By: admin

    by Kimmie Holland (address withheld)
    
    *** 
    
    A sissy goes to sleep with a cock in her mouth--and 
    wakes up with a cock in her mouth. (M/m-teen, ora, tv, 
    sissy)
    
    ***
    
    3. Morning Wood Sucker
    
    Next morning, fittingly, it's his cock that wakes me, 
    insistently pressing against the crack of my ass; it's 
    sometime well before dawn, the room dark and soft as 
    blue chenille, and though his penis is up and strutting 
    about, cock-a-doodle-doo, H is still sound asleep with 
    his arm around my waist. Nevertheless he's 
    unconsciously thrusting his pelvis against me, his 
    erection instinctively seeking entrance into my warm, 
    soft body. It's endearing, I think, this blind drive to 
    hump me. I'd like to encourage it at every opportunity. 
    Yes, that's it, the idea I want to get across: I am a 
    thing-for-fucking.
    
    I reach behind me and take hold of H's cock and guide 
    it between the cheeks of my ass, which is already 
    sticky with the precum of his earlier somnolent efforts 
    to penetrate me. The head of his cock feels so smooth, 
    so sleek, so hot...and so very big against my tight 
    little hole. Alas, I can't wait for the day when H can 
    simply roll over and sleepily fuck me at will, bend me 
    over anywhere and everywhere, whenever the mood strikes 
    him, to deposit an urgent load of cum in my ass.
    
    And why stop there? Mouth, ass, even if they hollow me 
    out a cunt...it hardly seems as if the body's potential 
    to give pleasure has been even close to fully utilized.
    Read the rest

    A Tale of Four Blowjobs – 2

    9 June, 2018 (13:15) | Gay Sex Stories | By: admin

    by Kimmie Holland (address withheld)
    
    ***
    
    A sissy goes to sleep with a cock in her mouth -- and 
    wakes up with a cock in her mouth. (MM, tv, oral)
    
    ***
    
    2. Pillow Talk with a Mouthful 
    
    Having changed into a short black chemise, I tiptoe 
    around the bed and slip under the blankets next to H. 
    His big body radiates heat and has already warmed the 
    sheets. This is my favorite part of the evening. I curl 
    up, snuggle close, almost clinging to him, like a koala 
    bear on a eucalyptus tree. He puts a heavily-muscled 
    arm around my waist and pulls me even closer, his hand, 
    burning like a brand, resting possessively on the bare 
    cheek of my ass, a.k.a. his ass, as he occasionally 
    likes to remind me.
    
    "Whose ass is this?" he'll ask, giving me a playful�if 
    still stinging�slap on the bottom. Or sticking his 
    finger inside me without preamble.
    
    "Yours."
    
    "Don't forget it."
    
    "I won't."
    
    From where I lie nestled against his hairy chest, I 
    stare up at the shadows of the roses that he brought me 
    earlier in the evening; they're dancing hypnotically on 
    the ceiling in the scant light of a scented tea candle. 
    H. begins to reminisce in the dark. He's recalling the 
    night he took me to an upscale restaurant along the 
    shore. I was wearing an itsy-bitsy backless black mini-
    dress, silver heels, black thigh-highs. He tells me 
    that as we walked up the stairs to the dining room he 
    could see the exposed place between the tops of my 
    stockings and my sheer panties.
    Read the rest

    A Tale Of Four Blowjobs 1

    9 June, 2018 (13:14) | Gay Sex Stories | By: admin

    by Kimmie Holland (thefreakbox.blogspot.com)
    
    ***
    
    It's a 4-blowjob night for this sissy. Here's the first 
    one. (MM, tg, cd, oral)
    
    ***
    
    1. First Time (That Night) He Used My Face...
    
    After pizza by candlelight, he calls me over to sit on 
    his lap. I settle my pantied bottom across his thighs 
    and put my arms around the back of his big neck. We 
    talk and kiss, doing less and less of the former, until 
    we're doing almost exclusively the latter. Meanwhile 
    his hands have found their way under my nightie, inside 
    my nightie, down the back of my nightie. It feels as if 
    he has seven or eight hands and they are all over my 
    body.
    
    He makes me admit what a slutty little girl I am. What 
    a dirty, cocksucking mouth I have. He has me tell him 
    how many men I've sucked off. I can feel his cock throb 
    under my bottom when I give him an honest answer. Gosh, 
    even I'm surprised: it's a lot of cocks!
    
    "And you swallowed every time didn't you, you little 
    cunt, didn't you?"
    
    "Oh yes," I whisper into his ear�and that, too, I'm 
    perversely proud to admit, is the truth.
    
    His cock pulses again: picture the ring of muscle that 
    passes through the body of one of those thick Amazonian 
    rainforest snakes. That's what it feels like, something 
    predatory and feral and sexy that's just woken up, 
    hungry and looking for dinner. That's me: what's for 
    dinner.
    
    "You love it don't you, you filthy bitch?"
    
    "Yes I do."
    
    "You love to suck cock?"
    
    "I love to suck cock."
    
    "You need it, don't you?"
    
    "Yes, I need it."
    
    "Show me."
    
    I slide off his lap and H stands up, undoing his belt, 
    then the top button of his jeans.
    Read the rest

    121st Street -a Rough Gay Sex Story

    24 May, 2018 (13:27) | Gay Sex Stories | By: admin

    By Turbo (address withheld)
    
    ***
    
    A guy is in the wrong place at the wrong moment in 
    time, or is he? (M+/M, nc, rp, intr)
    
    ***
    
    Hi, my names Clint Holbrook, and I have to admit that 
    things just aren't turning out right for me this week. 
    Stuck in New York for a convention that my boss has 
    made me attend (against my will, no less) I'm surely 
    not a happy camper. 
    
    To add to the negative attitude of just having to be 
    here, getting here just had to be the pits. Here I am 
    on 121st street, lost and being followed by 3 Hispanic 
    guys. I can feel the tension and fear rising. How am I 
    going to get out of this mess?
    
    Let me start from the top. John (my boss), suggested 
    that to improve our sagging sales, someone should 
    travel to New York and attend their fashion convention 
    and bring back a new line of clothes. I got elected. No 
    volunteering just elected (negative aspect number one).
    
    My plane was scheduled to leave in an hour (luckily I 
    keep a packed suitcase for these unexpected occasions) 
    and I had to get to Hartsfield Airport from Alpharetta. 
    That in itself was a joke. A speeding ticket later, I 
    had missed my plane by 10 minutes. My regards for on-
    duty cops will surely improve with time I hope. 
    
    Needless to say, I managed to book the next available 
    flight out on stand-by. I really should have just 
    waited for the next flight because this one was a real 
    dozy.
    Read the rest