Alphabetical Listing of Gay Sex Stories - Page 213

The Bear Attack

I have not had a shower for three days. I had developed a strong manly order from the work and exertion of the last few days. I was looking forward to getting back to the truck, get back to town, cleaned up and go cursing town for a man. I am still about a mile from the parking area, when I hear footsteps on the trail ahead of me. I spot through the trees a single man.
3.3 encounters anal sex fucking  hairy  blowjob

The Binliner

The thing about sex for me is that it's the foreplay that I like. The cum at the end can sometimes be a bit of an anticlimax. I've wanted somebody to share my lusts with, haven't yet found that person, but hope you enjoy this. Sometimes I am lucky enough to be left alone in the house and know that I won't be disturbed for a while, a rare situation, but one that makes it all the more special.
3.2 masturbation

The Black Kid and his Thug Friend

He was about 5'5, maybe 9 stone, and very cute. I had seen him around the town many times he had caught my eye. He was wearing black sweats, a white T-shirt, and a black puffer jacket. His long cock swung from side to side as he walks up to me. He explains that he is looking for work experience, and is interested in a career in computer repairs, and would I be interested in taking him on.
4.3 interracial

The Blow Job

On my knees before him, he was utterly naked, his hard, hairy body completely open to my eyes and touch. His cock hung at rest over his balls, pointing downward... down to my eager and hungry mouth.
3 relationship hairy  blowjob

The Bodybuilder

From about the age of 10 I used to stand in the local newsagents and try to pluck up the courage to look through the muscle magazines. Sometimes I'd even buy one, stuff it under my jacket, smuggle it home and stash it underneath my bed. I used to love wanking over big bodybuilders in the muscle mags and still do even now.
4 encounters

The Boy On The Bicycle

He was breathing heavily and slouched on the handle bars and stared through the window at the driver. He was about eighteen, but looked younger. His hair short, with blond bangs, a T-shirt with Ren and Stimpy, short cutoffs, high-tops and slim hips, strong legs. The driver looked back at the cyclist, who was catching his breath.
3.8 beginnings

The Bride Eats The Cake And The Best Man Eats The Groom

We've been best friends almost from that first meeting and we went through all the milestones of youth supporting one another. It's strange because we couldn't be more different.
3.3 friendship

The Broom Cupboard

My first time and with a man who knew how to use a mop. A wet day and no coat lead me back to his place of work. I knew him and he had already touched me in places noone ever had but now he would do so much more.
4.1 first time

The Broom Cupboard Part 2/3

The second part of my sexual awkening. Continued on from the Broom Cupboard Part 1. Here you learn of my next short encounter and what brought on the craving.
3.7 encounters

The Brotherhood Of Man

They called my parents, and my father threw me out. I had no where to go, so I started living in the park, using the rest rooms to clean up, and asking guys for money in exchange for blow jobs. Older guys gave me enough money to eat at fast food restaurants, and when it rained, I slept in the covered pavilions.
4.2 beginnings

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