Alphabetical Listing of Gay Masturbation Sex Stories - Page 8

I thought of my dick actually going in and the boy moaning. I jerked faster as I fucked the boy faster. There must have been ants or something in the stump because I got bit but that just made me harder. I stood up and jerked faster until my cum was blowing all over the forest floor. I ate the stuff that stuck to my cock, enjoying the sweet taste of it. Then I ran back to the entrance, grabbed my clothes and got dressed. After all that I was still sporting a boner.
3 505 words 2 mins massage

I wasn't in the mood for anything really involved, so at first, I just sat in the car, looking at the other guys sitting around in their cars. One, in particular, looked really hot. A little older than my usual type, but hairy and Italian (which forgive a lot). He had a rough "edge" to him, and that turned me on.
3.7 1135 words 5 mins encounters

I dreamed about small bed with only one sheet over it. I'm laying there naked, looking around the room. There are five women watching me, staring at my cock in my hand. "Let's see you stroke it for us Georgie," they say. I feel embarrassed at first, but their words of encouragement make me relax. As they get closer to the bed I recognize their faces. All the sophisticated women I know were gathered around my writhing body secretly touching themselves as they watched me strock my throbing member. "Make it cum for us, Georgie," one of them say. I look each one of them deeply in the eyes as I roll around on the bed stroking firmly on my cock with slow long strokes. They all have that look of passion in their eyes that makes my head spin.
3.7 1589 words 7 mins

"All right," I think, "I've already made myself wet, there is really no sense holding back. I can just go ahead and do it if I want." Now I am very flushed. Almost holding my breath, I relax again. And this time I let it go a lot further. The hot pee floods out inside my shorts. I stop again. I can feel it running down between my legs, dripping over my ass. I put one hand behind me under the hand towel "diaper" and the other hand on my shorts, feeling my cock through the wet material. In this position I let go again. I soak myself, rubbing my cock through my shorts, feeling the pee soaking into the hand towel.
2.8 935 words 4 mins

I enjoyed caressing the little crevice at the top where my dick just begins to jut out from the pelvis, feeling my still-very-short but now nicely thickened, wet pubic hairs (shaven off a month ago, you may recall) and the smooth dampness all around there, and moving my fingertips up and down, pushing into the somewhat sticky and sexily spongy cock flesh; and also down on the other end, just beneath my balls, where it was equally sticky and responsive to massages. And all these nice naughty bits were delightfully warm from earlier, uh, exercise. Still with the underwear on, which meant that its warm, damp, cotton surface was pressing against the back of my hand. Sometimes I find that NOT being entirely naked around there can be just as nice as baring it all.
3.3 726 words 3 mins shaving

After another few minutes of feeling the water on my dick and balls, I decided to put my dick up against one of the water jets. At first, I didn't want Ben to notice it, but after about 2 minutes, I started getting a weird feeling in my dick that I'd never felt before (I'd never had an orgasm), so I got a little more bold and stood on the bench on my knees in the tub holding my engorged cock against the rushing water. About 30 seconds later, I started feeling a rush that was the most incredible thing I had ever felt in my life. I felt like I was exploding.
3.1 341 words 2 mins pool

That day, I was having lunch with some friends in a restaurant, when I had to urinate. I went to the men's room, skinned my hood back far enough to clear the pee-hole, and relaxed my sphincter to let the flow begin. After I was through, I milked the last drops from my prick and put it back inside my pants. Then I felt a tickle in my cock-root, and droplets seeping through my tube.
3.7 1411 words 6 mins

Somehow, I was a little angry at Steve for his uninhibited ways. I was horny, but the bathroom now seemed sterile, and uncomfortable, and although I stroked, I didn't cum. Finally, I gave up, and left the bathroom. I couldn't resist looking into the bedroom again. Steve was there, sleeping on his back in innocent nakedness, with his hand around his slack cock, and a dotted wet trail of cum on his belly and chest. He looked so peaceful, and I thought that he was so liberated, because he wasn't concerned that someone might see him there, "like that". By the time the other roommates came home, there was no evidence that Steve had been masturbating, and the afternoon seemed ordinary. However, I was quite agitated at having seen him masturbating.
3.9 1308 words 6 mins

Every now and then, though, I do find a like-minded partner to share an orgasm with me, but most of the time I have to please myself. I'm in my late 50s and over the years I've learned that as far as sex goes, getting there is half the fun. This is why I prefer long, drawn-out masturbation sessions to quick and frantic jerk-offs.
2.8 2221 words 10 mins

I'll never forget the time when I came pretty damn close to completely fucking myself up for good. I was a late-20-something and was living alone after having shed myself of roommates some time before. It was a Friday evening after another pain-in-the-ass commute, because I hadn't been able to move closer.
3.5 2327 words 10 mins