Alphabetical Listing of Gay Beginnings Sex Stories - Page 18

Making a Deal with the Fireman

This summer, I was 18, and I went as usual, but this time, something wonderful happened. My dad phoned ahead before I left for the airport saying that my half-brother's friend, Cliff, would be staying with my dad and me till the end of summer before he moved. At that time, I didn't even care or think much of it.
4.2

Mannequin Guy At Sex Club

"Make yourself at home." I did and relaxed and looked around the room and found a print of Bosch's Earthly delights next to the Morrisey poster.He had plenty of mirrors, so I knew he was vain. He came up behind me and put his hands around my waist and kissed me on the neck.His hands undid my shirt and cupped my nipples, teasing and stroking, as I continued grinding my ass on his hardon. He undid the belt, and slipped his hand down my belly, into my pants and found an aroused prick, ready for sex.
3.8

Married Man Meets Hard Grey Dude

The sight of his fat cock was enhanced by his musky smell. Without hesitation, I began to kiss and lick the head of his dick. I used my hands to caress his balls which I discovered to my great surprise to be very smooth. He then moved to the bed and lay back with his feet on the floor and his glory fully exposed. I sucked in his balls and wet them down with my tongue. I reached up to run my fingers through his hairy chest and continue to stimulate his nipples. I bobbed over his cock for several minutes enjoying myself more than I ever thought possible when he finally drew me up to him. There we kissed. And kissed. I was very quiet through this, but he continued to moan and say things like, "oh yes" and "mmmmm." I found this very erotic.
3.9 blowjob

Martin's Weekday Visit

"Hello", I said. "Hi Pete, it's Martin" came the reply so I pressed the door release to let Martin in. As Martin climbed the stairs to my flat I was wondering why he would be here on a week day. I opened the door and Martin walked into my flat. "Hi Pete" he said. "Hi Martin, no work today?" I replied. "Come on in.
3.2 first time

Max Really Meets Young Stud Tyler

I buy, sell, and resell almost anything. I work with antique dealers and art lovers, architects and designers, car buffs and collectors, individuals and businesses. I find what whatever pieces they're searching for and more often I find what they aren't looking for and persuade them they must have what I've got.
3.3

Meeting Blonde Guy During Golf Weekend

I started to hit the course at least twice week and my game started to pick up a bit. I have a flexible schedule that allows me to play Tuesday and Friday afternoons at a small public course in Portland that ties nicely with my travel schedule to the area. After playing a round on Tuesday I stopped at the bar for a quick glass of wine and planned to be home by around 10:30 that night.
3.3 encounters

Meeting Guy at Laundromat

They're nearly always hot and humid during the summer months and crowded with people. Nearly everything I own I can wash at home with the exception of my king size comforter. For this reason I have to take a trip to the local laundromat periodically. This warm afternoon, I decided the comforter needed to be cleaned.
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Meeting Jamie

There I was one night, chatting away in a chat room when a message popped up from a local guy. Turned out he was my age and was looking to meet someone to get intimate with. We spoke into the early hours about how much we wanted to kiss, touch, feel, rub, squeeze and suck each other. I sat there, one hand on my cock the other feeling my nipple till it got hard. My throbbing dick was stroked to the point of no return, losing all control of my body shot after shot spurted out of my slit. One hit me on the chin, sticking my tongue out I lapped up my cum and swallowed the salty love juice pretending it was Jamie's. He did the same. After swapping mobile numbers we arranged to meet the following day.
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Meeting Man Of My Dreams At The Gym

That was the problem -- not that I was in shape but that I was a common labourer -- not that there was anything wrong with that -- but the object of my affection/obsession was a lawyer and, I was told, a junior partner in the local office of a big national firm. Way out of my league. I had dropped out of school in grade 8 and reading isn't my strong point -- nor is math or anything else associated with learning. I'm good with my hands and with tools. He was a man of learning who used his brain to make a living. We were opposites.
2.6 hairy

Meeting Mark Wheeler

We did the small talk thing for a few minutes while we both kept looking into the lake at each other's erections. Stopping close enough to reach out to my underwater erection and never lose eye contact, he said his name was Mark. With far more quiver in my voice than I wanted, I told him my name. Then as his huge arms sucked me into an embrace he just said that I was shivering. My body pressed to his, our erections trapped between us, he opened his hands to completely cover my back.
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