Gay Sex Stories - Page 54

I heard the doorbell. Now, I thought to myself, just who could that be now. Earlier in the evening I had some kids from the neighborhood selling items to raise money for one club or another from the local junior high school that my youngest son attended. I always bought something from them, but I certainly wasn't going to purchase more than once.
4.2 6309 words 28 mins friendship

Lars, like Greg, was a 19-year-old sophomore at the university. The handsome Norwegian student would quietly pass through the hallways of the second floor of the all-boys dorm where he lived, a few doors down from Greg. Lars was quiet not because he was unfriendly but because he was new to the country, having earned an athletic scholarship to the U. S. university.
3.8 2445 words 11 mins college & domination

Let me tell you a little bit of my back ground. First and foremost, I am a white 24 year old gay male; I came out to my family when I was 14 years old. I was born and raised in Southern Florida, close to Miami. This however, is the story of how I went to college in California and found the lover of my heart.
3.6 2291 words 10 mins college

Originally I wasn't too keen on having this 19 year old street thug around, but as things developed, I'm glad my wife talked me into it. She's 22 and I'm 23, by the way. When Tim arrived, he looked exactly like I remembered him. Leather jacket, tight jeans, 5'9", brown hair, steel-blue eyes, macho-man mustache just like me.
3.8 2802 words 12 mins friendship

I met Greg last night. I had seen him there before. He's about 30, slender guy but really tight. His abs are awesome, you could bounce coins off them. So he was cruising me last night, I was doing my upper body routine and working up a nice sweat, so I stripped out of my shirt. Greg was watching me big time.
3.5 970 words 4 mins athletic

I had gained 30 lbs. of solid muscle since graduating from high school two years earlier and, despite my definite academic bent (I was double-majoring in history and classics), there was nothing I liked better than to spend time hitting the weights in the gym. Well, almost nothing.
3.4 2029 words 9 mins college

I have always loved the country - sun, clean air, nature, are the sure elements to make me feel better. This summer, though, I had an experience that I would like to share with you. I am now forty years old (way over the hill!!), but with training and regular exercise, I still remain quite fit. I am six feet tall with black hair and a good strong body.
3.2 1773 words 8 mins beginnings

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 2339 words 10 mins friendship

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.
3.3 784 words 3 mins friendship

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.
3.7 501 words 2 mins encounters