Best Rated Gay Beginnings Sex Stories - Page 30

The light in the bar made his smooth face shine. I smiled sheepishly back, nervous, excited. For about ten minutes we sat there. I would try to see what was between his legs, not being able to tell, as his shorts bunched together from sitting down, if he was really that large, or if it was just material. His hand dwarfed the glass, his long manicured finger rubbing the rim. He would catch me looking at him, and smile, as though he understood exactly what I was feeling, thinking. As though he knew what I wanted, but did not want to emhen ld look straight ahead, I could see him out of the corner of my eye, watching me. Not hungrily, but somehow lovingly. I finally built courage, He thanked me, and we started small talk. He suggested we move to a booth, which we did, across from the bar.
2.5 1758 words 8 mins

His barrel chest was covered by the thinnest of white T-shirts, cut into a workman's V in front, and the dense fur covering his chest jetted forward like a weedy field. Sprouts of hair protruded out the neck of the T-shirt, and his thick arms were just as darkly covered. A Grizzly Adams gone bad, I thought. He wore a black leather vest that had definitely seen some use - he hadn't just bought this one upstairs, and well-worn levis that looked as if he'd just rebuilt his motorcycle without washing them. I was very attracted to him because of his size, his carelessness, his non-civilized bestial aura. But I decided that he wasn't interested in me, so I finished up my drink and left the bar.
3.2 3439 words 15 mins big cock

"Good afternoon", he said with a nod. I smiled back and returned the greeting, not taking my eyes from him. He walked over to a small table and browsed through the magazines that were piled there. With one hand he undid the button of his jacket and then slid his hand into his pants pocket, pushing the jacket back as he did. Of course, as a true gay man, I checked out his crotch as soon as it was revealed. The light fabric revealed a nicely packed basket. Actually, it was more a strained basket than a packed one. His shirt was pulled tautly over a well developed chest. He flipped through the magazines a few more times and then sat down across from me empty handed.
3.6 2692 words 12 mins hairy  locker room  shower

He stirred for a moment and I pulled my hand away. His feet moved up and down for a moment, in the fashion of a kitten that has been weaned too young, pulling the sheets and my comforter down, exposing the golden brownness of his chest. The cute little circles of his nipples came into my view, the manly cleft down the front of his chest, just a hint of body hair in the morning sun. I wanted to wake him up, but I decided to let him rest. Sweet Jose, lovely and strong, powerful and gentle, so kind and yet so hard, I thought about a pot of coffee, I did not want to move. The warm sun was streaming into my bedroom now, broad beams of morning cheer, promising another lovely California day. His nostrils flared very lightly with every breath, I wanted to kiss him and wake him up.
2.2 960 words 4 mins

I stepped into the apartment. Right when I open the door, I am greeted by three guys, waiting in a queue to get into the other room. Sit back and relax and let me tell you about my very first Bukkake party. I was not quite prepared for the sight that greeted me. The room was filled with 35 men. All were completely naked, except for me and the three other guys. We quickly started undressing.
3.5 16 minutes

His grandfather had left him a sizeable sum of money and a business. His mother wanted him to go to college but he wanted to enlist in the service. On the advise of his uncle Ben, he decided to spend a week at the family's cabin near Lake Shasta to make his choice. At the cabin he unloaded his clothes and sat down to rest.
3.8 759 words 3 mins

It was one thing chatting on the phone, but spending the summer together might be a step too far. He took out his wallet and had another look at the photo of his Dad, taken 10 years ago when Mike was eleven. It showed a handsome, dark haired man in swim shorts, standing on a beach and smiling to the camera, his fit, muscled body tanned by the summer sun.
4.3 5205 words 23 mins interracial

Growing up in the city I was a typical boy doing all of the typical boy things, playing sports, swimming, etc. , but somehow, I always sensed that I was different than the other boys in some way. I don't think I fully understood the implications of it in my youth & just enjoyed doing all of the things that all of my other friends did, and I still do to this day, I am a male & I love being a male.
4.1 1749 words 8 mins

W wasnt to happy. He had warned me there would be consequnces -spanking or detention. I chose spanking. The band room was large with side sound proof rooms for individual practice. There was a storage room in the back that only Mr. W had a key too.
3.9 1015 words 5 mins

I lived in rural West Virginia and never really had much exposure to any kind of sex until I became a little more developed. It all started one day during the summer when I was down at a river near my house fishing, when I was surprised by these 2 guys that peddled up on me. They were I guess in their late 20's or early 30's and they were on mountain bikes.
3.9 984 words 4 mins