Alphabetical Listing of Gay Sex Stories - Page 116

Hotel Passions

Since there were four girls and five boys, I ended up being the one assigned to a room with a stranger. He was called Chris, and he was the hottest thing I had ever seen. We spent the first hour until the evening meal just chatting and settling in. He told me about his girlfriend, Victoria, and how she was in the next room, but they weren't allowed to share due to conference rules.
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Hottie Rides My Motorcycle

I had just purchased a fun Yamaha motorcycle and loved riding it around the city and in the mountains just outside of town. As you can imagine, I was motivated to cruise around not only to get kicks out of my new bike and to check out the scenery, but also as a vehicle to get me more cock. On this particular day, it was early evening, early autumn and the weather was great. He smiled again.
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House Sitting

They bought things on their trip and had them sent home and I received their almost daily deliveries from UPS. The UPS guy was about 23, dark skinned, wiry and dark haired. When the weather started getting warmer, he came to the door in his summer uniform, showing off his hairy arms and legs. He smiled and said the weather was getting warmer and it felt good to be wearing shorts.
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Housewarming and a Spanking

Only two days before, Carl's girlfriend had broken with him, and the black mood of the host was spreading to the guests. This was not a joyful party. Pete had mixed feelings. He had a bad crush on Carl. He had just gathered up his courage to tell his friend that he was gay (the rest would depend on his reaction) when he announced that he and Joan was an item. Then there had seemed to be no point.
3.1 friendship

How a Boy Survives in Athens Among the Spartans

They trained for hours, never ending; block and parry, doge and thrust, back again. From sunrise to sunset there was only heat, the clash of metal, and the grunting of men. I was never able to join in, of course, I wasn't one of them. My parents died when I was young, so I had to manage on my own.
3.1 historical

How a Young White Innercity Boy Fell in Love with a Black Man

I got my first job when I turned 18. One day I made a delivery to a store I met a black guy working there probably about 15 to 20 years older than I was. He was a likable upbeat person and soon befriended me when he would see me making deliveries.
4.2 beginnings & first time & interracial

How He Popped My Cherry

This happened one day on my way back from class. I was driving down the road when I saw a rest stop on the left it was a nice day, so I decided to stop not looking for anything just to relax and walk around a bit. I went in to go to the bathroom and decided to read the writing on the wall.
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How I Became a Masculine Cumslut

I took a fence repair job outside of the town limits in Cody,Wyoming and there was this bunk house I shared with one other guy. It was on our 5th day and the guy I shared the bunkhouse with we were by ourselves so we could talk more freely. He said, "John, I want to ask a question and you don't have to worry it won't go beyond me. I said, "OK go ahead and ask."
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How I Became A Rent Boy

I was wreathing as his strong rough hands held my hips firmly, preventing me from budging as he rammed home his huge cock. I was yelling for him to take it easy. I wanted the fuck, sure I did - but with some style, not like an animal ready for slaughter. That's how it felt, sore and hurting like hell when he shoved it in so deep. "You asked for it, Pete, lad. "Fifty Quid?" he asked.
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How I Met Damien

I hopped on the first available spinning bike, started my Garmin and my music, and started pedaling. I was in the zone. I was really pushing myself. After about 20 minutes of intense intervals, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I stopped my music and slowed down.
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