Author Sorting of Gay Sex Stories - Page 83

Usually, if a place gets a certain reputation, even after a couple of slow years, it always has something fun going on there. One of my favorite experiences took place in the men's room in the Times Square subway station, on the number one line.
3.9 707 words 3 mins encounters

I was 19 then, and I'm 6'1" tall, weigh 175, have brownish-blond hair and green eyes. I've got a muscular build, and I'm smooth, so I suppose I have what's called a "swimmer's build. Sherry doesn't really fit into the story, as you'll see, but her brother does, so let me describe him to you. His name was Gary and he was a couple of years older than me - I think he was 23.
3.6 1548 words 7 mins first time & friendship

I've been reading for years about the various sordid soirees and horny happenings at these kind of places, making them sound like a kind of amateur bathhouse, and it was kind of let-down not to see people fucking and sucking in the hallways.
2.9 1765 words 8 mins encounters

I wasn't in the mood for anything really involved, so at first, I just sat in the car, looking at the other guys sitting around in their cars. One, in particular, looked really hot. A little older than my usual type, but hairy and Italian (which forgive a lot). He had a rough "edge" to him, and that turned me on.
3.7 1135 words 5 mins encounters & masturbation

It happened eight years ago when I was 19 and a sophomore at New York University. Then, as now, I was 6 feet tall and weighed in at 160, and I still have blond hair and blue eyes. I'm smooth, with what they call a swimmer's build, but my sport was basketball. On the day it all started, I was supposed to be heading off to one class or another, but just didn't feel like going.
2.9 1715 words 8 mins college

I guess I wasn't the only one feeling that way, because before long, the joint - and mine! - was jumping. . . It started a couple of minutes after midnight. A little red sportscar had pulled up next to my car, and the guy inside looked pretty hot. Young and blond, he divided up his time examining his tan and staring back at me staring at him.
3.1 2957 words 13 mins encounters

The guy is a real fucking hunk, somewhere between 30 and 35 years old, with a nice tight body, dark, longish curly hair, a hairy chest, and a basket that just won't quit! I don't know his name or all that much about him, but the first time he came to my attention was back during the summer.
3.8 778 words 3 mins encounters

The trip wasn't too bad most Saturdays I'd get up early and drive out there, park as close as I could to the main building, go in, change, and then head out to the beach for a day of sun and fun. The sun was easy with the heat wave, the fun usually presented itself near Field 6, so everything was cool. When I finished showering, I went off to the side to change, over by the lockers.
4.1 653 words 3 mins masturbation twink

I knew I was horny, though, and decided to go check out that theater on Kings Highway that everyone is always talking about. I procrastinated for a while, doing some shit around the house, and finally got there around 3 PM. I thought the place would have been quiet on a Wednesday afternoon, but I guess a lot of people took the day off from work or something, because it was pretty crowded.
3.3 1261 words 6 mins encounters young men  straight men

Blech! Usually, when I have to go in that early, I catch some sleep on the train if I'm sitting or read if I'm standing, but as luck would have it, I was standing and the lights didn't come on after the train went underground. The "L" line starts at ground-level, then turns elevated, then turns into a subway.
3.8 1394 words 6 mins encounters