Oldest Gay Friendship Sex Stories - Page 29

I love the buff, well built, smooth stud men that look like they walked right out of a magazine. Ted was a mechanic. He had rough and calloused hands. He was always dirty and greasy. He was balding and his hair was buzzed short. He was attractive, but not in the model men sort of way. He did have the most amazing, ice blue eyes.
2.8 801 words 4 mins

Got my first teaching job in Singapore. Although I was qualified to teach high school, I chose elementary to avoid contact with horny young men who would turn me on until I did something stupid and land myself in a load of trouble. Those guys are truly jail bait for a young gay teacher like me.
3.2 2001 words 9 mins

Not the type that's absolutely perfect but close, so close that the imperfections make it all the better, That was Paul in my eyes. 5'9" and about 165 lbs of pure red-blooded American boy next door with straight blond hair, blue eyes and, near perfect unblemished pale skin that wasn't quite translucent enough to show off the blue of the veins that ran beneath it.
4 2307 words 10 mins

I met him in a local Internet chat room. Despite the risks associated with meeting this way, we hit it off. It's funny, because Ted isn't someone I would have picked out in a crowd as a guy with whom I'd have a continuing, and warm friendship. I'm single and in my early thirties, so I really don't have many friends his age. Ted is fifty-nine years old.
3.2 4485 words 20 mins

You should know that there aren't many blacks to begin with - which is unfortunate - but that's changing everyday. Weary Californians and sun-starved Seattle residents are flocking here. It's it a good city, with a growing black community. There were some really good looking guys n my class. Dante and Rob are good examples.
4.3 4280 words 19 mins first time & interracial

Inside, I immediately headed for the hot tub, my favorite. Several guys were in it, including three who were sitting on the edge. All eyes turned to me, checking me out, and I did the same, allowing my eyes to sweep over them as I entered and chose my place. I'd noticed a blond guy about thirty, the only uncut prick in the room, who had a long foreskin like mine.
4.3 2594 words 12 mins

Present truly believed he had heard everything now. What his brother-in-law was telling him was impossible. He never thought his sister would do something like that. He gasped as his brother-in-law told him about the latest developments.
3.9 2241 words 10 mins

A lot of the guys have to go out on sales calls and therefore do the shirt/tie thing, but my job keeps me in the office and also involves carrying stuff around so I usually wear either jeans or cargos and a t-shirt. Naturally like many young guys I sag my pants a few inches below the waist of my underwear, which gives people an occasional peek at whatever undies I'm wearing that day.
3.4 2106 words 9 mins

One problem with being a project lead was that the old idea of nine-to-five didn't apply to you. You worked until you were finished, and there was no one to pass the buck to if you didn't. And if the team didn't meet their deadlines, it was your ass on the line. We'd only reached the halfway point in the project, and I could already feel the warning signs of burnout.
4 4860 words 22 mins first time

I lost the bet and have to serve you for 3 days, so do your worst. My turn will come again. Remember last year? Each New Year's Day, the two tops, good friends over a long period of years, bet on the Bowl games. The overall loser had to serve the other.
2.6 569 words 3 mins