Gay Sex Stories - Page 47

Whole Truck Load

I'm doing pretty good with a prosperous shop and reliable employees. I'm also a biker, I love my Harley's, and I'm considered a RUB. Harley bikers slang for "Rich Urban Biker". I'm not rich by any means, but I can afford to mess around with couple of Harley's in my stable. Besides Harley's, I like Cock, big ones, let me rephrase that, "big hard ones".
4.6 friendship

The Storage Unit Fuck

Mike looked so good in his starched white shirt and tie that Jim was having a hard time keeping his cock from getting hard. He hadn't slept well the night before, knowing that Mike would spend the next two nights in his bed.
3.3 friendship

Noticing a Familiar Face on the 12.30 Train

Something about him said I knew him. I did! I'd met him on the train that Wednesday years before. I made sure I always traveled by that train on as many successive Wednesdays as possible. I was eighteen and growing rapidly camp in the homophobic environs of Sydney town that 1952.
3.7 encounters

Taken

I'm as straight as an arrow, but something that happened when I visited Branson seven years ago, has been bugging me to death. Maybe if I go public with this one time, it'll go away and quit haunting me. It started in the lounge of a large hotel. Being a liquor salesman, I enjoyed talking to prosperous-looking, professional men sitting beside me at the bar.
3.3 encounters

Doing The New Daddy

It was quite an adjustment. I mean I'd spent nearly my entire adult life living with him and as one half of a couple. Now at the age of 32 I had to start over and learn to cope as a single individual. I talked my company into transferring me to another location so that I could get a fresh start.
3.2 beginnings

Peek Hours at the Gym

My boss was "The Big D"-Danny Barrett. A big, blond, open-faced bear of a man, he was a good-natured guy, a divorced father of two kids, both in college. For all the world he reminded me of the guy who used to play Wojo from the old "Barney Miller" series, but with a lot less hair on his head, and eyes that I thought were a lot bluer.
3.1 athletic

Big Cock Hot Cock Bodybuilder Rape

I had gone out the night before to the local club and saw the same old crowd. The music was dull and I just couldn't seem to get into the mood to party. Everywhere I looked I saw the same faces and wondered why I bothered. The kind of guy I would really like to get my mouth on would be a nice jock with a big cock, but my chances of that ever happening where next to nil.
3.5 athletic

Open Door Policy

I had been home from college for about 2 weeks, and my parents were driving my absolutely insane! I guess this would be a good time to introduce myself. I'm Jonathan and I'm a 20 year old college student from a mid-size state university in the South. I'm 5'11", 145lbs, thin, fair, and smooth. I'm somewhat of a flamer, but still a top, though no one believes it.
4.5 encounters

A Whore For Black Men

This guy seemed so nice and he was nothing but a gentleman. It wasn't until I told him about my submissive side that he even began to act this way. We exchanged phone numbers and about 5 minutes later I received a call from him. "Pete this is Dan," he said, and I got butterflies. I knew we would meet that night. I want you to get your ass over here right now so you can get to work on my dick.
3.4 interracial

Safe As Could Be

The building was of old time wood construction, and the Men's Room had wooden stalls in it. Since this place was frequented by service personnel from a nearby base, as well as younger folks in the community, you could always find nice, horny, guys in that Men's Room, which of course had a very nice Glory Hole between two of the stalls.
3.7 friendship

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