Most Read Gay Historical Sex Stories - Page 2

The older guy, you well know, is me--and always will be, podner-- and my hand is not just lyin' on your shoulder casually, but graspin' in a gesture of possession, need, and protection, just like it has been ever since both sets of our parents died on the wagon ride from the east and the party decided we'd have to continue the trek in each other's company, me in charge. The watch on my vest in the photo catches your eye. Your hand instinctively goes to that same watch in your pocket. With a look of relief and familiarity, you pull it out, wind it, and place it on the bedside table. Then you turn to me.
3.5 3064 words 14 mins deepthroat  massage  cowboy

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

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

You'd think, after all these years of being a part of the most notorious thieving group - we're named the Saxons - in the Valley of Brittlewood, that I'd know better. Stealing from the mayor, shoot, I should've known I'd regret it, especially since I was doing it without Garret's knowledge, much less permission. Garret's the leader of our little thieving group.
3.2 2941 words 13 mins

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

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 veteran of the Desert Campaign, I was delighted to once again be on Australian soil. Actually, I only had to walk a few yards from the troop ship tied to a wharf in Sydney harbor to a train which was waiting on the wharf. While I walked, I breathed in the clean, fresh air and felt the warm sunshine on my face. It was good to be home. The sleeping car attendant showed me to my compartment.
3.7 2712 words 12 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

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

I am a slave on a cotton plantation, I live with my woman called Portia and my child. Life is hard but good for us slaves, master Johnson up in the big house is good to us all. Well, as good as a white master can be to his slaves, but his no good white trash overseer is hard and cruel.
3.7 3420 words 15 mins