Oldest Gay Beginnings Sex Stories - Page 24

One evening I was visiting a friend, when a friend of his, whom I had never met, arrived at the house. John's friend was a somewhat short and very handsome young Japanese man. His name was Shuhaku Yoshi. John called him Shu. He was very neatly dressed in casual shoes, cotton slacks, and a well-pressed plaid shirt.
3.3 1613 words 7 mins

Wherever the bug in the code was, it was resisting being discovered. He glanced at the window and realized that it was completely dark outside. Everyone else had left for the night. Unfortunately, unless he found that bug soon, he was going to be pulling an all-nighter. Deadlines, after all. Software companies live on them. He pushed the bangs out of his eyes, and stood up. Move around.
3.5 2027 words 9 mins

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.
3.8 3057 words 14 mins

I was strolling around downtown getting a cup of coffee and I wandered into one of those inventions of the 90's, the coffeehouse. I didn't really like them but I will admit that they are all the rage. As I stand in line I see three people in front if me what from the back looks to be a cute guy.
3.4 2929 words 13 mins

Twenty years later it remains one of the most erotic episodes of my life. I'd come to terms with my sexual orientation during my first year of high school, yet I still retreated into what I thought was the safety of my closet around all but my closest friends and family.
4 2880 words 13 mins

Day after day the bilious heavy bellied clouds dropped their water in blinding deluges causing massive floods across the parched countryside. The rivers and creeks, long reduced to a trickle or completely dry, responded by swelling to raging, rushing and fast spreading torrents racing down towards the coast.
3.5 4519 words 20 mins

He spoke no more English than I Spanish, but our paths seemed to cross repeatedly as the throngs moved about during the long wait as the train was assembled. He disappeared while the engine was being re-railed after our first attempt to assault the Andes, yet when at last the train got under way, I saw him scamper aboard the lone first-class car.
3.2 4172 words 19 mins

A flat. What a way to spoil what had been a great day of surfing. I pulled over on a quiet street in Venice. I was out staring at it when I remembered that I'd lent my jack to my neighbor. Damn. I was trying to decide between walking home or finding help at a service station when a well-worn pickup pulled in front of me. The door opened and a huge guy stepped out.
3.9 2544 words 11 mins

My lectures at the Medical School being finished for the day, I hurried down the street and into my lodgings. Inside the porch I was startled to find the slumped body of a man. I reached down and touched his cold flesh and was relieved to find he had a strong pulse.
3.6 2281 words 10 mins

For some reason he seemed attracted to me or my boat. Most likely the boat, its a forty foot sloop and a real beauty. I bought it soon after my divorce and had been living on it ever since. Not a bad trade neither, a bitch for a boat. Any way the kid's a good looking, maybe 22, blue black hair, soft brown eyes, about 6' and a surfer's body.
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