Author Sorting of Gay Sex Stories - Page 120

I was so horny and needed to get some quick or I was gonna die. It had been two weeks since I had been with a man. Heck, I couldn't even hook up with one of my friend because all of the jerks were out of town. I figured the only hope I had of getting some before I died was to visit the park. I really hated to do that because ya never know what kind of people come out at night.
2.7 1902 words 8 mins encounters

I met him in a chat room for silver-daddies and when he mailed me pictures, I spent too much time on there looking pictures of young men. He said he liked my picture with the white beard, and that he'd love to dress up as an elf and be Santa's little helper.
3.5 2657 words 12 mins beginnings

I had never been attracted to girls before but boys and men turned me on like crazy. I was very shy but athletic age eighteen, five six, a hundred and fifteen pounds, dark brown hair and hazel eyes. I still love working out in the gym doing gymnastics and lifting weights. I was dying to look at the boys cocks in the shower but far too shy to actually look.
4.3 2967 words 13 mins college

Something about him said I knew him. I did! I'd met him on the train that Wednesday years before. I made sure I always traveled by that train on as many successive Wednesdays as possible. I was eighteen and growing rapidly camp in the homophobic environs of Sydney town that 1952.
3.7 501 words 2 mins encounters

Passing the house twice a day going to and from school, Alec often saw him as he left or arrived home from work. A hero fascination for this well-built muscle machine quickly developed. Saturday morning became the favorite time for him to hang about, for Peter spent long hours cleaning and polishing his car. Alec noticed how Peter would look at him, his eyes lingering on his crutch.
3.7 915 words 4 mins friendship

University, or Stanford. He had accepted the good-natured kidding from his high school buddies who had gone on to Cal about the "Junior University" appellation, but explained that Leland Stanford Jr. was the son of a nineteenth century railroad baron who died at an early age. The ad was upfront; it stated that donors could earn as much as $l05/week. At the clinic he was treated well.
2.8 1232 words 5 mins college

I don't like airports much at all, and the big ones are the worst. What I really hate, is having to trot around forever to get anywhere at all, like at Heathrow. No, small airports for me. Yet here I am, thinking little of airports and all the more of my destination.
3.4 2406 words 11 mins sci-fi/fantasy

I have worked in the nursery school for a few years. My favorite is bringing out my guitar, teaching the kids the songs I used to love as a child. Some innocent stuff isn't going to hurt them. I never thought I would end up dating the father of one of my kids, but still, that's the way things were heading.
4.4 1678 words 7 mins relationship

I knew I'd recognize him if ever he came round my way. I always used to fancy then he'd be one of the god-like kind of men, with a giant brain and a noble head, like the heroes bold in the books I've read. "You know, I still can't understand why you stay with me", Bill said. I sighed. In the old days, that kind of comment would herald the onset of a depression.
4 2468 words 11 mins relationship

In seconds, his hand hit the wall of the pool, and he quickly stood up, panting slightly. This had been a good session. Swimming in this pool before it opened was just about the only perk he allowed himself that wasn't known to the general public. Couldn't be too careful in his job. He got of of the water and walked towards the showers. He couldn't help smirking a bit.
3.7 1438 words 6 mins athletic