gay male stories and histories

Savannah Affair Part 07
Bo and Joshua Return to Howellwood
This story is fiction--as any student of the history of the Civil War will attest. I strongly suggest that you read the first chapters before this one. This story is all about character--a young man originally sure of himself and a budding prince in Southern society is shaken by defeat. But, he's a survivor with an instinct for self-preservation and a voracious appetite for male flesh. His sidekick is black, unbeknownst to him a step-brother, ...

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Please be ruthless if you notice a fucked up comma, or italics. : D
This part is a double like 7/8 because I feel too lazy to upload separate pieces.
I re-edited Ch. 10 a couple times and like the way it turned out. Hopefully you do as well.
Lots of spicy....

Part 2- Hard at Work
It's been nearly a week since Jack O'Conell teased me with his massive cock only for us to jerk each other off in the library.
And he hasn't mentioned it since.
As a matter of fact, when he formally introduced himself to everyone the next day, he acted as if he didn't know me....

Justin is offered a temporary consultant mission to help a large marketing firm lower its environmental impact. It is meant to be a couple of months (bullshit) job and he has no expectation over it... Until Joshua, a former college classmate, suggests he moves into his suburban house for the time of the mission....

As a gay teen heading into adulthood in the early 2000s Dan was lucky. The Internet had made finding other gay men much easier. Mobile phones, those old indestructible Nokias, and crazy flip-phones meant you had privacy when communicating. Society was opening up and you could find people like yourself and build confidence with them at your own pace. Webcams and messenger chat apps could set the stage for personal encounters. The universe was headed in the right direction....

Note: This is a work of fiction set in a college/university. All characters in this story are 18 years of age or more.
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It was the first day of college and Albert made his way to his dorm room. He, a 6 feet 3 inches tall muscular guy and a gay top, longed to fuck a bottom. When he got to the dorm his roommate was already there. "Hi I am Deng, but people call me Denny!" Before Albert was a 5 feet 8 inches tall slender Asian. The kind of guy Albert fantasised about fucking all the time. The two hit it...

I sat down. I did it, I had serviced a guy. Who? No clue. In the hazy horniness after that first encounter, I stuck on one thing more than the anonymity though; the use case. I may be getting aroused, but at the end of the day, that guy probably wouldn't have chosen to have sex with. It wasn't sexual. Or, it wasn't supposed to be. So then how can I reckon with sucking that guy's cock? What if he was homophobic, or an asshole, or a serious felon? How was I supposed to lick a guy's ass if they're horrible peo...

I saw the fru fru band RV when I pulled into the lot. The band whose name was painted on the side had long ago broken up. Louis drives it. We're often the first to arrive at a gay rodeo. Gay rodeos are in their fiftieth year this year. Lots of celebrities and celebrations going on.
Like me, Lou was a loner and was attracted to gay rodeos because he was a gay country boy, and the thought of being around other queers like himself, was community. Just like me....

a/n: All plot, folks. I know it took a year for me to get back around to this, but, y'know. This is what I got. Our leads don't do much interacting, I mainly used this to build atmosphere. As always, check my bio for updates. If I post something and it's pending, I'll notate it in my bio.
TW's: some descriptions of violence and gore in the beginning....

Adam:
I nervously rang on the doorbell and waited. It wasn't the first time I came to Josh's place, but it wasn't often either, we met each other at Luke and Peter's school most of the time, or my house when we had playdates. But still, there was a familiarity here, knowing Josh was behind the door, I felt lucky to be standing here waiting....

Blake was a fairly recent addition to the "Divorced Dads Club." At thirty-six, he never really planned on joining the "Club," as he would call it, a euphemism that took a little of the sting out of his failed marriage.
Blake had always followed the rules. An average student in high school, he made his way to a mid-tier college, and then a nondescript cubicle job. He met his now-ex, Lois, at a Friday happy hour. She also worked a cubicle job at a nearby company. They hit it off and while there truly had n...

Here is my first submission. I certainly cant get better without feedback so let me have it. The good and the bad. Some aspects of this story are true, but all persons mentioned are of legal age and consenting adults.
Yesterday, while literally helpless I was fucked in a tanning booth by a gym employee Although it may sound crazy, I'll do my best to explain it....

Disclaimer: Hello readers! I wanted to try something a little different for this story and if you read pt.1 you might be aware that Caleb is a character who is blind. I am not blind nor do I want to assume I know what blind people go through. I did a lot of research and simply tried my best to portray the character in all of his perverted goodness. I wanted to give Caleb his voice, his kinks and hopefully I did an okay job....

TW: violence
The only date Alex and I ever had was going to a concert, about two months after we started hanging out. He probably didn't think it was a date, and I only thought about it afterwards, but we did all the date stuff. I left a cookout and told my cousins not to come along. We were both freshly showered; I was wearing cologne. Alex and I grabbed some food near the venue, and then strolled over to watch the band, him yapping the whole way while I smoked....

Mom and Dad say it's jabuticaba fruit season now! They live on a farm and are already picking those little black marble-sized sweet fruit. I know that in Ibirapuera Park, there are several trees of this kind. I bet it should be ripe now, for last week, they were still green.
At the distance I see people under the trees, and they must be here for the same reason as me: to savor the delicious juicy fruit. By the way, they also make great jam....

The following series of encounters are 100% non-fiction, best of my ability accounts of my real-life encounters with horny men. Names, locations, and revealing details were altered to protect identities.
PREFACE:
Hi. My name is Rye. I am a cute, 5'9", blonde, big booty, white boy... with a hunger. I have a fairly symmetrical face, big wide eyes, and a fit figure. Also, I have been told I have a nice smile with fairly straight teeth....

I woke to the gray breath of dawn curling at the edges of the pickup bed, the blanket damp with dew, my neck stiff from all the tossing and turning. The air had that end-of-summer bite, the kind that settles in your bones.
I hadn't really slept. Just drifted in and out, mind pacing the same stretch of memory. Like a broken record, playing voices, smells and afterimages of the night that passed, all over again....

"Morning!"
Patrick was already at the dock when I approached the shore, rods in one hand, box of baits in the other.
"Morning!" He answered cheerfully, looking surprisingly fresh, considering all the drinking the night before. "Have you seen Jack?"
"No, why?" I frowned, placing the equipment on the ground....

1: Light Reading with Jack
Life in a minimum-security prison camp isn't terrible. We can roam freely, for the most part, have plenty of options for recreation, get three decent meals a day, and have access to phones and TV. Sure, I have to live with five other guys in a dormitory smaller than the living room in my old apartment, but it's not so bad when two of those guys suddenly decide they want to spitroast me one quiet Saturday afternoon....

I woke up to the sound of snickering. Not an alarm. Not sunlight. Just two voices: low, bratty, playful; right above me. Brett and Lucas. Laughing. Grinning.
Lucas tossing something small in the air and catching it like it was no big deal. Like this was any other morning in the frat house.
"Rise and shine, pledge," Brett said, already opening my drawer and pulling out a red thong. "Task three's ready."...

Billy headed to biology class, enjoying the flavor of Paul in his mouth. He was a little bit nervous seeing Joey after this morning but wasn't scared really. He focused on thinking about his new friend Paul and what meeting him tomorrow morning would look like. He thought about how Coach made him feel like a little girl and even spoke to him like that. As he entered class, he sat down in his normal seat and watched as his classmates entered. Kevin nodded at Billy when he entered and went to sit near Joey. I...

Every morning the husband wakes up at 6:30 AM. He is a corporate executive. 6 feet 2 inches tall. Buff, macho, hairy, and incredibly virile. His bottom gay wife (Lucas) wakes up every morning at 6 AM and prepares for when the man of the house will awaken. The wife makes sure he is clean and lubed and ready. Because when husband wakes up his 7 inches long and thick curved cock is hard as a rock. It needs to be serviced. And a good wife like Lucas has his holes ready and waiting to pleasure his husband....

[Sorry for the long gap, let's jump right back in.]
A snap rings out as he caps the bottle of lube. My hole, literally up in the air staring right at him, puckers in anticipation. From my view, I can see him smile. From this mirror angle, he looks tall and huge up behind me. It's so hot being able to see him like that....

"She's fucking beautiful, ain't she, Bucko?"
Ranch hand Ryan Lavery snickered as he heard his boss praise his prize asset, the wonderful, and indeed stunningly beautiful Arabian pride and joy, and if he had to be honest, the animal that he loved most in this world.
Sasha... a beautiful name, for a beautiful horse....

"Right, almost forgot, where's my manners? I'm Gavin Connolly. Pool maintenance extraordinaire... totally at your service. Nice to meet you!"
No...
Fuck no...
This... totally wasn't happening...
Michael squinted, before walking closer towards the sexy, handsome stud of a pool cleaner that had so suddenly and abruptly entered his life... no... it couldn't be! Life wouldn't be this cruel, would it?...

"Come on you fucking bunch of wankers! Get a move on! Urgh, I'm gonna be late! Fuck!"
I slammed my phone back onto the passenger seat after checking the time for what seemed like dejavu, before taking a few moments of thinking very clearly, calmly and taking a few deep breaths.
Okay... there was literally nothing now, that I could do about missing the most important damn meeting of the year at my advertising agency. Unless I could magically transport myself all the way to damn Cape Town suburbia I was...

The sun was barely up when Jackson let himself into my flat. He had a key, not that we ever talked about how that happened. I was still groggy from the night before and sore in the way that makes you smirk alone in bed. He dropped his gym bag by the door and kicked off his shoes like he owned the place....

BAGHDA MANSION KITCHEN
Each of the movers from earlier in the day had been assigned a workstation to "help" with dinner preparations. Groaning could be heard as if it was the chorus of a song playing on repeat throughout the room. Alejandro, the latino faggot with face tattoos, had his mouth and ass torn apart by his whole crew earlier in the day. Now he had been assigned dish duty alongside two small goblins. Well, they were small in stature, not dick size....

ROUTE 66 RURAL MISSOURI
THWOP-THWOP-THWOP-THWOP-THWOP
The sound bounced off the walls of the truck stop bathroom, like there was a club next door with the bass turned all the way up. To a steady rhythm...
THWOP-THWOP-THWOP-THWOP-THWOP
A man in his mid 40s was dripping in his own sweat, his 7 inch cock glistening like a well lubed piston in and out of a tight pink hole, surrounded by a light coating of dark brown hair, damp and matted with bodily fluids.. His stomach, that of a man who clearly dr...

"Hey, what's your favorite movie?" Alex asks.
My tone is incredulous. "What?"
"What's your favorite movie? Alex repeats. His soft hair is stuck to his forehead with sweat.
I'm on my back with a pillow under my ass and my legs on Alex's shoulders. Indicating the spot where our bodies join, I grunt out, "You ask as though it's normal to conversate while fucking."...