Oldest Gay Friendship Sex Stories - Page 32

I noticed that my boss, Mr. Jacobsen, was also working late. I was planning to talk to him about a raise. Since we were both working late, I decided there was no better time than the present. His door was open, so I poked my head inside and asked if I could have a minute of his time. He told me to come right in.
3.6 2365 words 11 mins

He knew what he wanted. That night, he was drunk and horned up, and he wanted my ass. There were others trailing upstairs to the party, but I couldn't take my eyes off him. He was not beautiful, but he had a commanding presence. He could not be denied. I looked away, but I looked back. I couldn't help it. He knew he had me, then, I know.
4.3 1432 words 6 mins domination

The particular event that crossed my mind was day that I finally got my hands on Dave's cock. It was on a Saturday afternoon that we had been playing in a pickup game of soccer. A group of guys got together at the local playing field on the weekends to thrash about. Then go out to drink beer and eat pizza afterwards. This weekend started like the others but had a decidedly different ending.
4.3 1585 words 7 mins

I party at friends' houses several days a week. I end up at a bar one or two nights a week too. When you hang out and party as much as me and my friends do, you end up with several groups of friends and friends of friends that you hang out with. This wouldn't be important if it weren't for the fact that the constant changing of people creates some really interesting situations.
4 1916 words 9 mins

Here I was sitting around the house on a Saturday night with nothing to do. There was 37 channels of shit on the TV to choose from. I decided to put on some Rock and Roll and drink a couple of beers, listen to some music and then go to bed. In the middle of the first song, my phone rang.
3.2 2050 words 9 mins

I ask him if I could touch his body. He says yeah, go ahead. My trembling hands first touch his face. My hands roam across his forehead and then around his deep blue eyes. He stares into mine. I then explore his cheeks, feeling the stubble of beard. Down to his neck, I trace my fingers from one ear to the other, tickling his ear lobes. Now on to his chest.
3.7 1778 words 8 mins

Stan had decided it would be a new experience for me, and as I am adventurous enough to try anything within reason once, I went along with his proposal. That Saturday evening, after dinner, we went to the bath house and checked in, leaving our clothes in a locker and wearing only the skimpy towels the staff had issued us.
3.8 1641 words 7 mins encounters

I spread the drop of lube around the front of his bell-shaped swollen purple cock-head with one fingers as I held the shaft with the other hand. At the same time, I felt Phil's warm fingers clasping my engorged cock, gently stripping the long thick foreskin back from my turgid glans, then covering it again.
2.9 2895 words 13 mins

Mark left for boarding school when we were young, he would always keep in touch and would go home on breaks and holidays. I haven't seen them both for quite awhile but I still remember what happened to us three years ago. Marc, on the other hand, attended a different university so we hardly saw each other.
3.4 1392 words 6 mins

We'd decided to spend a Saturday afternoon together after we'd been introduced at a party by a mutual jacking friend. All I knew about them was that they lived together, and had an interest in mutual jacking. Ronnie and Randy were only a couple of years younger than I, and made an effort to be distinctive because they did not dress alike and they wore their hair differently.
3.4 2936 words 13 mins