Best Rated Gay Historical Sex Stories - Page 2

We liked having sex, in the vestibules of town houses, in the public baths, next to the statues of naked gladiators with their idealized body parts, better-looking than us, no pimples, but we were alive and could do what they could't, what they would never do.
3.6 1579 words 7 mins blowjob

To one side of the circular room was a bed of great size heaped with thick skins and furs; Sir Gawain and I smiled at one another, for we knew we had found a place to fend away the cold. There was also a great fireplace which to our fortune was supplied with firewood alongside, and I immediately busied myself in building a fire. While I was thus occipied my lord was skirting the room, examining the tapestries, armaments and other devices which were hanging on every wall. When I completed my task and came up behind him, he was examining a small tapestry on its own, which hung from a simple leather strap. Though somewhat faded, it clearly depicted two comely men embracing in a Greek manner.
4.1 1300 words 6 mins deepthroat

"I won't keep you. Ask Mr Grace to drop by the Supervisor's office. I'll be waiting". The big man padded off down the badly-lit corridor. The woman sighed and went to tend to her baby.
3.7 1175 words 5 mins

There was a big tub in one of the chambers that I would use; the process of first boiling and then cooling the water for me always took most of the day. I took baths for fun. I loved collecting the bubbles in my hands and letting them run down my body. I loved the curtain of steam that would form over me, partially covering my skinny white figure in the midst of that large, ugly room.
3.3 1831 words 8 mins

My friend was 35. A tall, ruggedly masculine man with skin as hard as leather, from working outdoors. He had done this ride more times than he probably cared to remember. Whereas I was just 18 years old and this was my first time working the cattle run. The year was 1947. I was small for my age and skinny because of food rationing during the war. Sean had served with the army in North Africa but he did not care to talk about that. As I got up to put more wood on the fire, Sean's big hand touched my backside.
3.4 1845 words 8 mins twink  teen

A time when sex was for sale in city parlours. This was an illegal activity so part of the profits went towards bribing the authorities. An evening newspaper published adverts in their Personal columns offering forbidden delights 'down queer street'. Horny punters soon worked out what was on offer and called the advertised telephone number. I worked in one such parlor at the age of 18.
3.6 1831 words 8 mins beginnings

The year was 1946. Colin was a fresh-faced 21. Sid was ten years his senior and a veteran of the Desert campaign. They worked the night shift at a small railway station in a former colony of Great Britain.
4.5 1358 words 6 mins

They trained for hours, never ending; block and parry, doge and thrust, back again. From sunrise to sunset there was only heat, the clash of metal, and the grunting of men. I was never able to join in, of course, I wasn't one of them. My parents died when I was young, so I had to manage on my own.
3.3 2874 words 13 mins

A little too much of London's grimy streets. " Prince Hal couldn't be punished for being bad, after all, he was the boy-king to be. But I could be punished in his place. I had this great job inside the palace; I was the whipping boy. If Hal forgo a royal prerogative and broke etiquette, like farting and giggling in front of the Spanish Ambassador, I'd be in for it.
3.7 2409 words 11 mins

It was late evening, we sat in front of the roaring fire. Harvest Rambone, U. S. Marshall, sitting in the big armchair, his belly full of my good cooking. I sat on the carpet by the hearth, gently laying my arms on his broad thighs, my head in his lap. The fire lapped us with bright orange gleams, and it was time for stories.
3.7 2991 words 13 mins