Gay Sex Stories - Page 77

Danny was a decent man who had taken me in after my parents had been killed in a tragic accident, and, with my sister's help, raised me as his own. The year was 1950, a time when boys expected to be kept in order with corporal punishment. Most lads had outgrown the need for physical discipline by the age of 16. Although I had passed that milestone, Danny showed no sign of slowing down.
3.2 1471 words 7 mins farm

Sock bondage with a friend of mine I've known since high school. Tom, is 6'2", 167, well hung and has wide ticklish feet and wears my favorite type of sweat socks of all time. This type of sock is great for gathering all the sweat one's feet can create inside those high-top sneakers he likes to wear.
3.7 1799 words 8 mins domination

Both men were 27 and members of a gym where they lifted weights and worked out to tone their perfect bodies. They had disliked each other at first sight, afraid the other stud would steal attention away from themselves and be crowned as "Club Stud" by the other gym members.
3.8 2837 words 13 mins athletic

Naked, alone in bed, with a roaring hard-on. It had been five years since he had moved out of his parent's house and away from his family, and now, living in New York City and working as an executive in a savings and loan branch office, he found that he had everything that he could possibly had wished for. Except that, on mornings like this, something was missing.
3.4 1949 words 9 mins friendship

The place was packed with horny men with well-defined bodies wearing their tight white Calvin Klein's - my dick was always semi hard from the moment I walked in through the door. Whilst the gym hunks and their Calvin's were always stunning to look at and always had me drooling, there were three guys in particular this evening who had grabbed my attention.
3.2 2500 words 11 mins encounters

At the age of 18, I was the only member of my family to have survived the bombing of Dresden. After the war I was repatriated to Australia to live with my mother's only brother. Uncle Kurt was in his late twenties. A friendly, outgoing man, he helped break down strong anti-German feelings, still present in a country which had lost so many of its sons.
3.8 2001 words 9 mins historical

I looked forward to seeing him again, as he had been my favorite jacking buddy before his company had transferred him far away 30 years ago. At the time, we were both in our 20s, and experimenting with sex, much less experienced than we'd later become. We'd found that it was fairly easy for us to come together because our timing was synchronized almost perfectly.
2.7 1842 words 8 mins friendship

I had enjoyed college life a great deal, but I was anxious to put the studying and cramming behind me for a few months. I was looking forward to a few uneventful months at home. It's funny how life has other plans for you so often. First, I should tell you a little about myself. My name is Josh, and I'm 20 years old. I have blond hair and blue eyes. I'm 6'3", and weigh about 200 pounds.
4.1 2763 words 12 mins college

I lay back on my sleeping bag, one arm behind my head, and slowly slid my hand up and down my lubed cock. Closing my eyes, the tingling sensations washed across my body. My mind was still on him, the man of my dreams. My grasp tightened around my pole as I tried to bring his image into focus. A soft snapping noise invaded my fantasy. Opening my eyes, I gasped. He stood before me.
4.1 2027 words 9 mins sci-fi/fantasy

So when I heard this past summer that it had been sold and was going to be developed, I was not pleased. When the plans were set and the neighborhood was informed, my mood got worse: as large as the lot was, subdividing it into four and building a house on each quarter meant that at least one would be right up against my property line.
3.9 4297 words 19 mins beginnings