Best Friends again
By GayStoryTeller 28 Apr 2008
Nothing kept them apart, until graduation. Then it just seemed to change, as he went to go work for his father in his construction company, and Brent just seemed to drift away.
Gay Fuck Stories
GayDemon's erotic stories: in this category you can find gay fuck stories involving encounters with men fucking with other men.
Yard Sale (ch. 3)
By GayStoryTeller 25 Apr 2008
The sun had been up for a bit, and the sound of a big truck out front broke through his fitful sleep. He felt like a hundred, as he raised himself up, knowing that his moment of truth was upon him.
Round the Corner
By GayStoryTeller 21 Apr 2008
So what if he was 30, he still had the body he had when eighteen. His hair might be a bit shorter, but he didn't spend his days at the beach, he worked for a living. It wasn't like he was some desk jockey either.
Making An Entrance (ch. 3)
By GayStoryTeller 18 Apr 2008
Even if the worst was true, that Rob was turning tricks, or something like that, it wasn't the end of it all, or was it? Would he understand if Rob was seeing other men, for money?
The Revival (ch. 3)
By GayStoryTeller 31 Mar 2008
For a 21 year old, he felt he had seen it all, done most of it too. Yet each time he felt that cocky, that self assured, something came up to prove him wrong.
Temptation's Web
By Habu 28 Mar 2008
Breakfast at Chicago's Marriott Downtown Hotel was lavish and, for a change, Claudia and I had been able to take it in together. She usually was all powered up and half way through terrorizing her staff at the office before I rolled out of bed.
The Fucking Machine
By peterbilt 19 Mar 2008
Seconds later, the machine hummed softer and the expansion stopped. I couldn't judge how big it had gotten. I only knew it felt huge and it seemed to swell even bigger when it actually throbbed!
The Young and Not So Young
By peterbilt 17 Mar 2008
A forty-three old man accepts the offer of a young bag-boy to help take his groceries out to his truck. He gives the boy five dollars and remarks that if he only had someone to come help him carry everything in the house. The boy offers to do it. He puts his bike in the back of the man's truck and goes with him to his house where they pull into the garage and put the door down. After determining that the boy is eighteen, he offers him twenty ...
Barney's Dalliance
By GayStoryTeller 14 Mar 2008
He wasn't tall, didn't have any special features that would make him stand out, other than his fit body. He didn't have any fat showing, no rolls of blubber over his belt, like a few of the other salesmen.
Ethan and The Jocks
By peterbilt 14 Mar 2008
Cody was a wild man, slamming into me so hard that we made the car rock back and forth. For a young guy getting his first piece of ass, he lasted a lot longer than I expected. He drilled me a new asshole.
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Pity Fuck
By GayStoryTeller 12 Mar 2008
It wasn't like he was some spoiled brat either. He worked hard for his money, and so what if he posed nude for that website? Sure didn't make him a pervert, just in need of some extra cash.
Silent Sam
By GayStoryTeller 7 Mar 2008
Looking up as Brad placed the cookies out, and his cup of tea, he knew it was something he had always been afraid of. Intimacy was never something he had experienced. He had dates as a kid, here and there, but they never went very far.
Hung and Not Camera Shy
By GayStoryTeller 3 Mar 2008
Okay so there weren't cameras then, nor were the pictures going to be on some porn site. Still, it really wasn't any different. Besides, the idea that he was hot enough to be filmed, was a turn on.
Waiting for Jim
By GayStoryTeller 29 Feb 2008
Wes really wished that he didn't have to leave, and he did mention he might be back in a year, which would be exactly today. Stupid to hope he'd find him again, yet in a year, there hadn't been anyone who had pleased him as much as Jim had.
Joe the Painter
By GayStoryTeller 25 Feb 2008
Maybe it was a gaydar thing, or something, but he felt a connection with Joe, sort of as if they were on the same wave length. The way Joe would stare at him, when talking about surfing, about the time he lost his shorts.
Rather Special Breed
By GayStoryTeller 22 Feb 2008
It was like, even asleep, Brian could tell when he was horny, when he was up for some dick play or when he just wanted to snuggle. He sighed, as he realized that it would soon be time to get up, to begin the long day.
Friday Night's Fare
By GayStoryTeller 18 Feb 2008
Every tiny hair between his cheeks seemed to be on edge, seemed to be moving by the lightest touch ever. His body was already tingling, a sure sign that he was aroused.
Inventory Taking
By GayStoryTeller 15 Feb 2008
It wasn't the first time that sparks had flown between them, but there hadn't been any way to go beyond the odd stare. Though Rory had managed a few casual bumps, that were like being hit by bolts of electricity.
Contreau's Retreat
By Habu 11 Feb 2008
Ham had snaked himself up my prone body, slapping his broad chocolate chest on my chest and his belly on my belly, pinning me on my back on the seat. He had thrust his arms under my arm pits and had my arms pinned so that they couldn't do more than stroke his back.
Just Another Night
By GayStoryTeller 8 Feb 2008
His lungs ached, and his cock was semi hard as the pain mixed with the pleasure. He could feel his body shake, feel his legs growing taut as they spread apart wider, to make the entry easier, to manage the hard thrusts that were now all he could think about.
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Spaghetti Junction
By Horny Dad 6 Feb 2008
The tea and hot sun sent me drifting off into a deep sleep. When I woke up we were at the docks. Pete was nowhere to be seen. After a while he came back and muttered something about "seeing to the paperwork". We drove into the bowels of the boat, one of the last lorries in, and the boat sailed almost immediately.
A Closed Open Relationship
By charlesgeorgetaylor 4 Feb 2008
A trip with my lover to the Mt. Morris Bath House in Harlem.
Inside the Campaign
By GayStoryTeller 4 Feb 2008
It was odd, but here he was, his own clothes already off and on the floor. Paul on the other hand was very methodical. His pants hung over the back of the chair, his shirt draped over the back as well, but spread open, so it wouldn't wrinkle.
Playing Paddy Cake with Pat
By GayStoryTeller 1 Feb 2008
Least that was how Pat explained it, and now the game would start all over. He liked the idea of walking through the crowded mass of people, never knowing when Pat would suddenly be next to him. The way he would fend off others, their groping hands never quite making it to the promised land.
Pool Surrender
By Habu 1 Feb 2008
Andreas hauled me up to where I was sitting on the side of the pool, my legs in the water, and he gave me a slow, expert, complete blow job. When he finished, I lay back on the cooking tiles, oblivious to the heat, and raised my arms across my face, blocking out the sun, completely enjoying the moment.
Master Blaster Shares Me
By Greatwhite 28 Jan 2008
I hear footsteps coming down the stairs. Hard, pounding Daytons shake the house with each step. I expect to hear more but it seems that only one person has entered the basement. It is the man I had been staring at.
Night at the Opera
By GayStoryTeller 28 Jan 2008
Standing outside, he breathed in deeply. The air was scented by the various flowers in the garden of the Opera House, and it was relaxing. Tyler could feel his muscles relaxing, his body no longer feeling like it was on display as he sipped at his own glass of wine.
Erotic Sam
By GayStoryTeller 25 Jan 2008
His cum was sweet, not much salt to its wonderful taste. He would take all he could, drink it all, barely letting any drip out from the corner's of his mouth. It was totally satisfying, and when it was over, he would lay next to Justin.
All Lubed Up
By GayStoryTeller 21 Jan 2008
Staring down at Len, at the way his lips were pouting, his nostrils flaring as he waited, he didn't give a rat's ass if Len's cock was 10 inches or 5 inches. He loved how it felt, how it tasted, and the grin on his face grew wider as he turned away, to stare at the bottles on his night table.
Helping Hand
By GayStoryTeller 18 Jan 2008
His hips slung back, then with all the force his body could muster, the hips shot forward. His hands reached out and took hold of the man's head, holding it hard as his hips shoved his cock deep into the man's throat.