Oldest Gay Encounters Sex Stories - Page 61

It's a usual Friday or Saturday night tradition. You also usually order pizza, just to cover the munchies. You make whoever is ahead pay, it seems fair. You are doing fairly well in the game, but there is an interruption, the pizza has arrived. You toss down your cards (you didn't have a good hand this round anyway) and you go and answer the door. I'm there with two fresh pizzas.
3.2 3106 words 14 mins

Yeah, that's right, a cocksucker. I pleasure straight guys with my mouth when they're horny and there's no pussy around. And when they've popped their load down my throat, they just stick their meat back in their pants and zip up. Sometimes they say thanks, sometimes they don't. But that's OK, it's just how straight guys treat cocksuckers.
4.2 5260 words 23 mins

Despite a lot of chit-chat, we'd never been able to get our schedules to merge well enough to arrange a meeting, but the Christmas weekend was a long one, and we'd finally decided to go for it! Though we hadn't yet met, I had a fair idea of what Don would look like. He had just turned 29, about 5'9", about 150#. Brown hair, brown eyes, moderately hairy chest and legs, respectable dick.
3.5 1869 words 8 mins

What should I do? Ken could only get down on the odd occasion and was always pure delight to share an afternoon with in his very luxurious mobile caravan. This weekend seemed a possible candidate for a new session.
3.1 1610 words 7 mins

I could see the tube train as I came down the stairs so I made a dash for the closing door and flung myself onto a seat. As I loosened my tie I noticed a hot, tanned tourist sat right opposite me giving me a grin. "Close call", I gasped, and looked away, but I could feel him still staring for a moment longer.
4.8 769 words 3 mins

I left the Bar at about 2:30am to walk around a bit, so the tequila could wear off and to see what kinds of stuff goes on in that area at night. Now near that bar there is an area called the "Fruit Loop", three or four blocks near a waterfront park that has lots of back alleys, where men cruise all night long.
3.8 1545 words 7 mins

I have moved many a time during my life. Having both my bachelor's and masters degrees means that I moved nearly every damn year. Out of college I thought that my moving days were nearly over. I was so wrong. First I took leave of my senses and moved from New York to Arkansas for another job. Arkansas is nice and all, with their long warm seasons.
3.3 1027 words 5 mins

Those horny memories flash back as I think of helping Ned in his allotment with the reward of his gorgeous cock deep inside me. I remember as we toiled on his patch doing the Autumn dig. Ned was as particular about that as he was in finding the right position to fuck me.
4 1259 words 6 mins

I was so horny and needed to get some quick or I was gonna die. It had been two weeks since I had been with a man. Heck, I couldn't even hook up with one of my friend because all of the jerks were out of town. I figured the only hope I had of getting some before I died was to visit the park. I really hated to do that because ya never know what kind of people come out at night.
2.7 1902 words 8 mins

I work the graveyard shift and some weekends when I'm not in school. I'm a senior at a local high school and my mom needs whatever money I can earn to help pay our bills. Dad left along time ago. Mom has had a couple of boyfriends, but none have ever lasted so I guess I don't really have a male figure in my life. Maybe that's why I try so hard to please the gentleman guests at the hotel.
3.8 1697 words 8 mins