Gay Friendship Sex Stories - Page 16

I felt I could tell Jack anything. Well almost anything. When you're in the 7th grade it's kind of hard telling your best friend that you're gay and have a crush on him. After we graduated high school it seemed everyone moved away and went their own separate ways. I didn't hear from Jack for another ten years.
3.7 2700 words 12 mins

I was thinking about buying a nice painting I had seen before in that shop. But Jeff called and told me that his wife and his youngest child were ill and that he would rather stay at home. Of course I understood. I thought about going alone to the gallery, but decided against it. Jeff's opinion mattered to me and the weather was awful, so driving there would not be much fun that day.
3.5 2927 words 13 mins

Bill was docking with me, gently pushing his engorged cock-head rhythmically against mine, something he'd anticipated eagerly since Fred had asked him to come with him during his visit to me. They'd arrived yesterday, and we'd immediately gotten down to pleasure. Fred and I were in our thirties, and both uncut.
3.9 2724 words 12 mins

As Roger and I had planned this meeting a week ago, I had avoided orgasm since to build up a load of sperm because I found my climaxes always more intense and satisfying when I had a large backlog of sperm to release.
2.8 2943 words 13 mins

Only two days before, Carl's girlfriend had broken with him, and the black mood of the host was spreading to the guests. This was not a joyful party. Pete had mixed feelings. He had a bad crush on Carl. He had just gathered up his courage to tell his friend that he was gay (the rest would depend on his reaction) when he announced that he and Joan was an item. Then there had seemed to be no point.
3.1 1844 words 8 mins

This was a year after we graduated from college and a fraternity brother and his wife decided to have a bunch of us over to their house. I had to share a bed with Jim and I had nothing against it, because I wanted to share more than a bed with Jim.
3.1 2650 words 12 mins

He was a mid-twenties African-American slacker who wanted to be an underground cartoonist. I'd gotten him a little work at the Ad agency I worked for. He could draw really well, but things were slightly 'off': angst-ridden faces wouldn't do for a story board with Sharon Stone exhorting us to buy Crisco Oil.
3 2769 words 12 mins

I had a great teacher. I had known Jack from college. We were in many of the same classes. He was openly gay, and at the time, that was a bold statement to make. I had fantasized for years about having sex with another man, and had gone to adult bookstores and jerked off watching the gay films, but had never had the courage to go all the way.
4.4 2840 words 13 mins

He worked for some sort of corporation, not sure exactly what he did, but he ended up becoming really good friends with his supervisor. His supervisor's name was Jeff Williams, who became a close friend of the family, always coming over to eat dinner, or go on a fishing trip with me and my dad, and other things. He was a really nice guy and successful too.
3.3 2978 words 13 mins

The damn things were driving me crazy. I'd tried everything from bug spray to those newfangled emitters that you plugged into the wall outlet for supposedly 12 hours of protection and blissful sleep. Nothing had worked as it was supposed to. I had bought an old fashioned fly swatter, and now turned on the light in my bedroom, and reached for the wire handle on my night stand.
3.6 2744 words 12 mins beginnings