Gay Sex Stories


50/50

The high school I went to was divided almost 50 / 50 along racial lines. That is, about half the students were white, and about half were "Indo-Canadian", either Hindu or Sikh. This might seem a bit odd to any Americans reading this story, but I assure you that it's true in at least a couple of places on Canada's west coast, where immigration from India has been rapid in recent years. I wouldn't even mention it, except that when I started hanging out with Rina, I immediately took a bit of heat from our respective racial communities. My friends really gave me a hard time about hanging around with a "packie" girl. I didn't let it bother me too much, because I had a huge crush on Rina.

Gas Station at Two AM

John had driven the route almost bimonthly since the move to LA. And each time, he stopped in some city to gas up....for some reason Gilroy seemed to be that place. And each time it was late ... John planned it that way so he could speed a bit faster then he could during the day. Too, at night it was usually cooler. But that one night it was muggy, hot and generally uncomfortable. He found a gas station open a few blocks off the free way -- he did that because he planned to cool off afterwards, sitting on some bench near the water. The place had a few lights on, but as he drove up, most were turned off. He was pissed, figuring the place was closed.

First Time

Hello, I would like to share my experience with the bi/gay life style. I am a small frame male. Older men hit me on when I was younger, that is talking thirteen on. Let me tell you I was never really scared, but no man was going to touch me. Sometimes when I would hitch hike I would end up some guy sliding his hand towards my leg. I would either say let me out or tell to forget it. I guess I was lucky no one took advantage of me. I never let anyone touch me till I joined the army. I was only eighteen on temporary duty in a small town out west. I met a very nice girl whom I had wanted to take out, only I had no money.

My First Time With A Man

I'm now 43 years old. This story happened when I was going through a divorce. I had been working out at this gym a couple blocks from my apartment for about 6 months. I mostly worked out in the morning before work. However with all the stress one night I decided to head to the gym around 1am. When I arrived there where a couple people working out and I went to one of the weight machines and just started lifting. I forgot how many sets I did but the workout left me feeling better. As I looked around I realized I was the only person in the room. I grabbed my towel and headed toward the locker room. I stripped down and noticed a lot of steam coming from the shower area.

My True Gay Experience

I'm a 34 year old, single, Bi-sexual male. But I've only had sex with one man in my life and that was when I was 18. The relationship only lasted for a couple of months before he decided to end it. He was a 49 year old, married man with balding hair and a full beard. He had 2 grown children ages 22 and 24 who were living in NYC. He owned an antique store on LI, and his wife worked in the city. I used to go bike riding a lot during the summer months. I often rode my bike the 10 miles down to the harbor to watch the boats. Lots of people liked to take lunch by the water as well. One day I passed by a man sitting in a red convertible.

First Times to Remember

Roddy's mother sat on the settee stroking a big black dog. The black butler brought in the boy. 'Thank you, Charles.'She uncrossed her legs but crossed them again as the dog tried to nose up her short skirt. 'Naughty Fritz, don't you think?' She smiled at the boy. 'Wouldn't you be more comfortable taking off that jacket and sitting over here beside me?'He did as she suggested, awkwardly, blushing. She was wearing a strong perfume. Her large, full breasts swelled out, filling her tight transparent blouse. Her large nipples were erect, pushing their points out hard through the silky material of her bra. She saw the boy looking at her tits and smiled.

My audition

I was a country boy come to the city for the first time in life, in search of a career. The first job I landed was in a design firm. I breezed through the interview getting a salary much more than I expected. Right from the first my boss seemed to like me and he helped me find an apartment at a very cheap rate. He was very kind to me taking a personal interest in helping me familiarise on the job and learning all aspects of it. He was though a bit on the short side, well built and handsome. A very masculine figure in spite of the pierced eyebrows, single earring, thick gold chain and golden bracelets. I felt proud walking with him when he took me to meet the clients.

the evil kingdom the golden king

AHAHAA AHAHA FUCKKKKK a beautiful curly hair blonde cries out she the new queen off the golden kingdom her cries of joy fill the room the golden king is laying their grabbing her huge tits two elf guards are standing guard at the foot of the bed the golden queen is again trying to get pregnant and success she glows a golden light erupts from her as she cry out myyy loooooorrrrdddd aahaAHAHAHA she roll to his left side and kisses the golden king their my lord are new child.

The Bus Journey

I did not get a ticket on the flight. Since I wanted to be there as early as possible for the wedding preparations I booked a ticket for an overnight bus journey. Once darkness fell they put on a video. Dinner was over and things were fairly quiet in the bus. We were moving along a nice stretch of road. Being the last to book a ticket I had a seat right at the back of the luxury bus. Three hours and a couple of stops on the journey down the line I found that the last three seats were empty except for the middle aged gentleman sitting right next to me. He had been quiet on the trip. Handsome and very well preserved for his age he was an epitome of peace and serenity.

My Man Friday

Since my man Friday came into my life it has become one big holiday. He is ever ready to please me and does all the things around the place. He hardly allows me to lift a finger in effort. So I have time in my hand to spend in leisure as I chose. Usually I woke up late, ate the brunch that he would have prepared and then went into the cool ocean to have a bath. Afterwards I would lie in the open palm thatched cottage that I had made enjoying the breeze and a nice afternoon siesta. Friday had spread thick layers of leaves on the floor and covered it with a palm leaf mat that he had made with a little help from my Swiss and this special quality bed made the siesta even better.