Alphabetical Listing of Gay Sex Stories - Page 225

The Togolese Gigolo

In an instant, I felt the anvil blows of my heart as I realized that I had awoken in in Togo, West Africa. During the 7 hour flight I had indulged in one major drinking session from London, downing countless vodka & cokes as a remedy for my fear of flying. This had worked admirably but left me feeling somewhat disorientated.
4.3 encounters black men

The Trial

It wasn't a dream. He's still here. That's his hand stroking my penis, trying to wake me up. I better pretend to be asleep. He's stroking from the base to the tip and I'm getting hard. I daren't look. He's blowing warm air up my spine, wants to fuck me again. I've forgotten his name. I've forgotten what he looks like. I think he has sandy blond hair, tied at the back like a pony's tail.
3.8 historical

The Tutor

Almost simultaneously he thought of the student he was preparing so hard for, and shook his head giving a disparaging grunt. Frank was a college sponsored mentor for six of his peers, and worked hard to help each one to advance and succeed. Taking great pride in the fact that he had helped each one to become a little better through his efforts, and justifiably so. All, of course, but one.
4.1 college

The Twink On My Balcony

After a long swim in the ocean and a walk along the beach, I was heading back to my ocean front rental condo looking over the beach in Cancun. As I rode up the elevator, a good looking young guy was got off on the same floor and we opened our door at the same time, his being directly across the hall from mine.
3.5 encounters bareback

The Two Young Blue-Collar Roofers

His colleague was on holiday, which was extremely convenient as Paul had a major distraction to deal with and as a result was not getting much work done. There were a couple of workmen repairing the roof to his office, they were absolutely gorgeous and it was the middle of a heatwave so their clothing was minimal.
3.6 encounters

The Unexpected Mouthful

What we call today, a strip mall, just simply called the shopping mall. The mall had about a dozen stores enclosed in it, a couple of which were department type stores that had their own Men's Room. I was in my late twenties and pretty appealing.
3.8 encounters

The Value of Friends

Some memories last a lifetime and will be repeated and enjoyed. The value of a Best Friend can never be overstated. Sharing life's experiences, milestones and pains. Rick and I were best friends since the day we met.
4.7 beginnings & friendship

The Visit

On my way I remembered that my old friend, Jim, might still live there, so I thought I'd see if I could find him while I was in town. Jim and I had been friends since we were both 13. We went to the same church; later on we went to the same high school and generally hung out together.
3.2 friendship blowjob

The Voyeur And The Dick

I had managed to get only a quick look at his face, but that was enough for me. He had dark hair with a closely cropped beard and what appeared to be dark eyes. He was dressed in a well tailored blue suit jacket and light pants. From the way the receptionist reacted I gathered that they had met before.
2.3 beginnings hairy  locker room  shower

The Waiter at Company Christmas Luncheon

I like business types, don't get me wrong, but I already spend enough time with them. Finally the food arrives, delicious offerings, but nothing compared to the package that was serving. Small, compact, slim - just the type of guy that gets the blood rushing to various parts of my body. Dark haired, nicely furred forearms, and a butt that begged to have my face buried in its hot steamy regions.
3.7 encounters

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