Gay Sex Stories - Page 12

The Guest

No breath of air moved in the oppressive heat. Everything shimmered in the haze. Now and again a swirl of dust would roll and eddy in a curious mini whirlwind motion, but it never seemed to reach you for even that choking dust would be most a most welcome relief from the oppressive heat.
3.2 farm

The Thing with the Unexpected

He knew I was gay and didn't seem to mind. My father was a drunk, I had no brothers. We discussed my sexuality often; but he said it was caused by an anxiety of women, based on the relationship I'd had with my mother. That I'd bought into that misogynist myth that women are only interested in men as providers, and that I couldn't meet the responsibility.
3.8 sci-fi/fantasy

Eighteen Year Olds Dont Cry

Lucas peeled it off, screwed it into a ball and threw it into the night. On second thoughts he wondered whether it might have been more sensible to keep it as insulation against the cold. First night without a roof over his head and his head still buzzed from the fighting. Soon reality hit, he was homeless. Alone on the street.
3.3 encounters

Hooking Up with Guy I've Been Chatting with

His name is Paul and he is my age and basic build, or so he has told me. Actually, I have no real reason to disbelieve him. Anyway, we finally arranged to meet and get to know each other in person. I sit at the table in the coffee shop and wait for my... date? Seems odd when I say it. I am not completely comfortable. I deeply desire sex with a man, but I'm deathly afraid.
3.2 beginnings

Obsession With Drew

We were virtually inseparable. We experienced all of a young boy's life ups and downs. We had everything in common, and even looked like brothers. Both of us had brown hair in nearly the same style, and brown eyes. He was a year older than me, and was always taller and lankier than I. Overall, we knew we could count on each other. Drew was a patient, sweet, and kind kid.
3.8 friendship

Only One Way To Go

I like him well enough in general, but I know he's a homophobe, so we aren't close. Not that I've told him I'm gay or anything, I prefer the closet, thank you. My father's a man with a violent temper and I'm no fighter. There's no use attempting to "out" myself and look for acceptance in my family, they're a bunch of under-educated redneck bastards.
3.6 friendship

Road Trip Takes a Turn and a Twist

All three of us scurrying around like rodents trying to get our suitcases packed. I remained relatively quiet as I threw my shampoo, hair brush, and other things into a bag. I could hear Cheri and Christina yapping away in the other room. "Uggh, I'm so excited summer is finally here!" Christina said. "Oh I know!" Cheri beamed as she threw her astrology book into her suitcase.
3 beginnings & college & first time & relationship

With A Friend

He was my best friend. We would do everything together, hang out, go bike riding, talk, drink, cruise, talk, live, laugh and cry together. The only thing we never did together was mess around. Oh, it wasn't that I wasn't interested - quite the opposite!
3.3 encounters & friendship

Schedule Change

Todd was reclining on his bed staring at the source of the flickering light. He mindlessly flipped channels, willing weariness to overtake him. It was futile, he knew, to attempt to sleep now, before achieving the release he usually sought before bed. He was saving up. He didn't want to expel any of the energy he was planning on sharing with his new friend Blake.
3.3 relationship

My Second College Roommate Moves in Today

I'm in my third year of college and I've had a different roommate in my dorm every year. The first one was a total nerd type, we clashed from the beginning. He was in college to learn, I was in college to party.
3.4 college

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