Oldest Gay Beginnings Sex Stories - Page 21

I do know a few gay people that also live in my small town and have even been with a few of them before. However, I am the type of guy that is always looking for more and more sex with different guys. Call me a slut if you will and I just may be one!
2.5 2930 words 13 mins

They called in a couple of days and said it was ready so I dropped by to pick it up. The guy that waited on me was very cordial guy, definitely the owner and in charge. Pretty soon another guy brought my laptop out. He was a different story. Medium length hair that hadn't seen a brush in weeks, shirt half out of his pants and both looked like he had slept in them for weeks.
3.7 2490 words 11 mins

Rickie, my long time roommate had met him when there was a brush fire between our house and the one next door. Chris was one of the firefighters who responded to the call and he stayed for a while after the rest of the firefighters left, to be sure the fire was staying out.
3.7 2674 words 12 mins

But the boat was zipping along so fast and I was so high up from the water that this was impossible. It didn't matter: I knew that I was a fucking gorgeous stud. With my blond hair, blue eyes, and well build, I was an All-American twenty-year-old college student who attracted my share of attention from guys and gals alike. But none of those guys and gals were around now.
3.4 2509 words 11 mins

My preacher had warned me there would be temptations. He told he that I had to forever abstain from my desires the moment I confessed to him that I was attracted to men. That I would be "made anew in heaven" free of my unnatural desires if I could simply fight and remain pure til the end. But looking at Mark, I knew that there was going to be a problem.
3.3 2723 words 12 mins college

If San Francisco is so "Gay Friendly" right now, I wouldn't be running away from a group of gay bashers! I'm guessing I should fill you in. So, it goes like this: I'm 21, gay, and I have a tight and toned body.
4 2723 words 12 mins bareback

They called my parents, and my father threw me out. I had no where to go, so I started living in the park, using the rest rooms to clean up, and asking guys for money in exchange for blow jobs. Older guys gave me enough money to eat at fast food restaurants, and when it rained, I slept in the covered pavilions.
4.3 3047 words 14 mins

Stuck between two points of the compass with no idea of where to go next. I was in a no man's land kind of mood getting over a broken heart, a loss of job, took the golden shower of the golden handshake, packed all my belongings. Threw them in my car, my only a companion a pewter framed picture of Charlie. Charlie with the lying eyes. He'd fallen off his bike, right in front of me.
3.4 2835 words 13 mins

This year I chose to rent a place with a few close friends. It's one of the major advantages to finally making it past the underclass years of having to live in the cramped communal purgatory referred to as the dorms. This day I was a little more depressed than usual and wasn't being myself at all. Memories flashed in my mind all day of what had happened on this day three years ago.
4.3 2695 words 12 mins

I was staying the weekend with my mother's younger brother. I burst into his room unannounced to see if he was there and ready to take me to the local football game. He was standing naked with his back to me combing his long blond hair in front of a full length mirror. "Sorry Uncle Glen," I said in apology. "That's OK, Jimmy," he replied. "I'll be ready in a jiff."
3.2 2626 words 12 mins