Alphabetical Listing of Gay Sex Stories - Page 164

Old Man Badger and Me

At first that's all it seemed he wanted. He'd call me his ginger boy - for obvious reasons. He was a guy of about seventy and somehow really turned me on, and me? I was only twenty but as Badger would say, a real handful - and I knew what he meant. I shall never know why but he gave me the time of my life in his small front living room in Chelsea. It's funny how it all started really.
2.6 encounters balls sucking  blowjob  massage  shaving

Old Ringold Road

I prefer the shy nice-looking "geek-type", they really get me revved up. I never really had any social problems in school. I was a little quiet compared to the jocks that had big heads and big mouths; neither of which were ever put to use in something really worthwhile, if you know what I mean. I could take care of myself, I'm a big guy at 5'8" and 170 pounds of beef and muscle.
4 interracial balls sucking  deepthroat  rimming

Old West Gang Of Thieves

You'd think, after all these years of being a part of the most notorious thieving group - we're named the Saxons - in the Valley of Brittlewood, that I'd know better. Stealing from the mayor, shoot, I should've known I'd regret it, especially since I was doing it without Garret's knowledge, much less permission. Garret's the leader of our little thieving group.
3.9 historical

Older Businessman

I was sitting on a park bench, enjoying being done with my senior year of high school and didn't have to work until that evening, so I had plenty of time to kill. This well dressed man was probably in his early fifties, trim, and I would have to say handsome. He just started some small talk, then began telling me that someone was writing dirty messages on the men's room wall.
4.3 encounters anal sex fucking  blowjob

Older for Older

As I have grown older, the nights have left me more restless. Not only was I restless, but also my cock was stirring in my briefs. That's not too bad for a guy of sixty-five. Most of my life I have known I was different. In my senior years, I have become more and more attracted to men. Just to lie naked next to a man with my eyes closed and kiss him deep and fondle his cock and balls.
3.4 encounters daddy  big cock  monster cocks  blowjob  massage

Omg so embarassing but... HOT!

An embarrassing video discovery by my girlfriend of me on my knees giving head and loving it ends up in her hands and i just have to live with the truth.
2.7 encounters & relationship

On His Own Terms

He was looking for an agent. I guess I was the man for the job. Derek Bailey had been at the top of the basketball circuit for years. His agent Denny Gross was an unscrupulous man. Not that Bailey hadn't made it on his own merit and abilities, but his and Denny's fabulous lifestyles were due to Denny's ability to manipulate his way through any amount of red tape.
4.1 beginnings

On My Way To Work

I didn't drive and relied on public transportation to get where I needed to go. Especially to work. At the time I was working the night shift. My routine went like this. I would catch the bus downtown earlier than I actually needed to. When I got to the terminal I usually had about an hour and a half to kill. I'd go to one of my favorite restaurants for some lunch.
3.5 encounters

On The Bus

He was definitely a gorgeous man. He was much more muscular than Roger expected a miler to be. But there he was, anyway: nice wide shoulders, great delts, carved pecs tapering to a minuscule 28 inch waist. And those calves. Chad felt most runners don't put enough hours in the gym. He meant that it helped a lot to enhance both endurance and power when you run.
3.2 athletic & encounters

On The Job

I began by being a dishwasher, then busboy, moving up to work in the kitchen itself as a cook, and eventually made my way to assistant chef. I never intended to stay in this line of work, but that is the way it played out. I am now 35 and am an assistant chef in an Italian restaurant. It is a good job, pays well, and I do actually enjoy it.
3.9 beginnings & friendship

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