Oldest Gay Encounters Sex Stories - Page 66

I was told that anything and everything happens at this place and being it Dallas, I was very skeptical but decided to take my friend up on his suggestion. First a little about myself, I was 24 at the time with blue eyes and blond hair, I stand 6 feet and weigh 220 lbs. I am just your average white boy who happens to like black dick and a lot of it.
3.8 1478 words 7 mins interracial

I mean, it was just there, the center of attention. It was screaming "Suck me!" I estimate that it was about six inches long, cut, and very hard. The boy was laying down on a bed with his legs spread and this cock just jutting out from his body. His blue eyes were smiling, inviting you to take a peek into his soul. His hair was brown and parted down the middle, using gel.
4.3 2861 words 13 mins

Driving south on the highway, I had my pants unzipped and began a slow jack-off. A gentle beep from the truck passing me. It was a hunky guy with no shirt, broad shoulders, big smile with great white teeth that looked like they were capped. He was staring in my window, watching me. I smiled, pulling my hand away from my swollen cock so he had a good look.
3.8 3097 words 14 mins

It had been the slowest Tuesday on record. In fact I had not had a single customer all day, it was raining hard and was already dark. I was just turning the sign and dropping the latch when a guy rushes up out of the gloom and tries the handle. I was just about to point at the "CLOSED" sign when I thought what the hell; this is the most excitement I've had all day.
4.3 1653 words 7 mins

I take the "N" train downtown from the 34th Street station, and today, while I was running for the train, I happened to notice the train station rest-room was open. I figured I might as well pop in and check it out.
3.3 881 words 4 mins

The store had 5 floors to it, a men's room on the basement level, 1st, 3rd, and 5th floors. The most seldom used men's room was in the basement, for this was where the hot action occurred. It was in the basement men's room, on a warm summers day, where this story occurred. This was the time of the double entry doors and wooden walls between the stalls.
4 1656 words 7 mins

Right at the back, hidden by the side of a kiosk full of rows of mobile phone covers, there's a men's toilet. The first time I went in there I was twenty. It was early summer and I was back in Glasgow, back at home with my parents, from university. I think, by then, I was getting pretty comfortable about the fact I'm gay.
4.2 3983 words 18 mins

He was a very nice looking, clean cut kid. Our complex has a clubhouse that features an indoor pool, hot tub, weight room, racquetball court, sauna and showers. Brian, as I found out his name eventually, would go there quite often and go swimming. He had a very lean, smooth body, with a little bit of muscular tone to it.
3.7 1458 words 6 mins

One was a hippy street type that just hung at the bar. When we got our drinks, he was standing next to me, was a little drunk and quite attractive for a 40 year old type, long hair, jeans, vest. He looks like he was lonesome and we spoke a bit small talk then as I visited with friends I sort of let my left hand hang down and would brush his left leg a little now and then.
4.4 2703 words 12 mins

He was my best friend. We would do everything together, hang out, go bike riding, talk, drink, cruise, talk, live, laugh and cry together. The only thing we never did together was mess around. Oh, it wasn't that I wasn't interested - quite the opposite!
3.5 1996 words 9 mins friendship