Gay Sex Stories - Page 81

That was in the "head", where shower stalls had curtains. Rushing water masked sound just well enough to gamble adding masturbation to my cleaning regimen. Over time I graduated from basic pumping to variations. One favorite went like this: cupping left hand; roll soap-slicked balls around and around while pressing cock shaft upward with thumb.
3.6 980 words 4 mins masturbation

Out of the corner of my eye I could see the office door open and Adam make a bee-line straight for me. Oh shit, I thought, smiled and swiveled my chair to watch the auditor take the last few steps towards me, laden with a very full lever-arch file. Placing the file on my desk both our eyes studied the page in front of us.
4.1 2945 words 13 mins encounters

It was late evening, we sat in front of the roaring fire. Harvest Rambone, U. S. Marshall, sitting in the big armchair, his belly full of my good cooking. I sat on the carpet by the hearth, gently laying my arms on his broad thighs, my head in his lap. The fire lapped us with bright orange gleams, and it was time for stories.
3.7 2991 words 13 mins historical

Four other cars were parked there already. David had said to use only the door on the right. I rang the bell and the door buzzed. Entering there was a stairway going down. At the bottom of the steps there was a long narrow passageway with only one dim bulb about fifty feet down. Taking a deep breath, I headed towards it.
4 2520 words 11 mins encounters

Mike had been straight -- married even -- and for a long time I just assumed our friendship would always be platonic. We never even discussed the fact that I was gay, although Mike was a smart guy and I knew he'd more or less figured it out. But he didn't ever bring it up in conversation, seemed to not even want to discuss it, so I just let it lie.
3.7 2975 words 13 mins friendship

In my late teens and just ready to graduate high school, I had already made up my mind that I would be spending my life providing sexual pleasure to men rather than screwing women and having kids. I was drawn to older, mature men since I was just about seven years old. I had this strange fascination about watching men urinate.
2.9 3504 words 16 mins encounters

I had to write a paper on sexual taboos in various religions, and went to the internet, reading up on various religions. I found a small cult, who were Buddhist gays, and I started reading up on them. Far from being an excuse for orgies, they considered sex with another person to be sacred, because you shared your most intimate places with someone else.
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Others lay on the sand, tanning their bare bodies or coupling in the sun and wind. I strolled to Christopher's favorite spot, near the rocks, and found him there, lying on his back, his lithe body squirming under the penetrating thrusts of a crew-cut blond almost as muscular as me. I knelt beside the pair, dropped my towel and tanning lotion, and tousled Chris's curly hair in greeting.
3.1 2379 words 11 mins beginnings

There were very few people around, I suppose cause it was both Easter and around 5 in the morning. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a young guy slowly walking down the staircase. The first thing I saw was that he was adjusting something in his pants -- an immediate signal for me to stand at attention. I gave him the once-over and was pleased to discover this was no ordinary subway thug.
3.6 1924 words 9 mins encounters

Actually, it was pretty stupid to try to maneuver my way back alone, but I forgot where my friends were, and couldn't find them, in other words, I was too far wasted to see them in a crowded room. I was pretty close to the building when I slipped on mud, and landed, face down in a nice big mess. I couldn't believe it. In fact, it felt kind of good. Kind of comfortable.
3.4 2632 words 12 mins college