Oldest Gay Sex Stories - Page 202

He makes me feel complete and utterly wanted and needed. And rarely do we disagree. For a year now we have been together and for us I have always been the taker and he the giver - that is until recently when one day he just came out with it, that he'd been thinking just how it must feel for me, him inside.
4.5 1341 words 6 mins relationship

I'm sitting here playing with my hard white cock, holding a mirror between my legs so I can see my well-fucked pussy. I moan as my hand massages my stiff dick and remember my boyfriend's fuck-stick pistoning in and out of my tight ass a few hours ago. "Open up that tight boy-pussy for this big black dick," he said, slapping my upturned butt.
3.5 2055 words 9 mins relationship

The building was of old time wood construction, and the Men's Room had wooden stalls in it. Since this place was frequented by service personnel from a nearby base, as well as younger folks in the community, you could always find nice, horny, guys in that Men's Room, which of course had a very nice Glory Hole between two of the stalls.
4.4 1793 words 8 mins friendship

This guy seemed so nice and he was nothing but a gentleman. It wasn't until I told him about my submissive side that he even began to act this way. We exchanged phone numbers and about 5 minutes later I received a call from him. "Pete this is Dan," he said, and I got butterflies. I knew we would meet that night. I want you to get your ass over here right now so you can get to work on my dick.
3.6 869 words 4 mins interracial

I had been home from college for about 2 weeks, and my parents were driving my absolutely insane! I guess this would be a good time to introduce myself. I'm Jonathan and I'm a 20 year old college student from a mid-size state university in the South. I'm 5'11", 145lbs, thin, fair, and smooth. I'm somewhat of a flamer, but still a top, though no one believes it.
4.2 2131 words 9 mins encounters

I had gone out the night before to the local club and saw the same old crowd. The music was dull and I just couldn't seem to get into the mood to party. Everywhere I looked I saw the same faces and wondered why I bothered. The kind of guy I would really like to get my mouth on would be a nice jock with a big cock, but my chances of that ever happening where next to nil.
3.5 4514 words 20 mins athletic

My boss was "The Big D"-Danny Barrett. A big, blond, open-faced bear of a man, he was a good-natured guy, a divorced father of two kids, both in college. For all the world he reminded me of the guy who used to play Wojo from the old "Barney Miller" series, but with a lot less hair on his head, and eyes that I thought were a lot bluer.
3.1 4248 words 19 mins athletic

It was quite an adjustment. I mean I'd spent nearly my entire adult life living with him and as one half of a couple. Now at the age of 32 I had to start over and learn to cope as a single individual. I talked my company into transferring me to another location so that I could get a fresh start.
2.8 3283 words 15 mins beginnings

I'm as straight as an arrow, but something that happened when I visited Branson seven years ago, has been bugging me to death. Maybe if I go public with this one time, it'll go away and quit haunting me. It started in the lounge of a large hotel. Being a liquor salesman, I enjoyed talking to prosperous-looking, professional men sitting beside me at the bar.
4 1075 words 5 mins encounters

Something about him said I knew him. I did! I'd met him on the train that Wednesday years before. I made sure I always traveled by that train on as many successive Wednesdays as possible. I was eighteen and growing rapidly camp in the homophobic environs of Sydney town that 1952.
3.7 501 words 2 mins encounters