gay male stories and histories

Fuck, that was close.
He ducked away from where the multitude assault of bullets was now coming from, before he quickly took the time to reload his weapon, and with the sheer speed and the grace of a ninja, he turned to his left, swung his entire body to face his attackers, and quickly proceeded to gun them all down....

"You bastard! You bloody BASTARD! Why am I only hearing of this now? So what, now I have to cope with staying here AND doing all the dirty work for those filthy creatures all weekend?"
"Jen, do you actually hear yourself? They are NOT "creatures", they are people like you and me! And its only for two days, I didn't exactly ask the Bishop to send me for an interview at another Parrish in the middle of winter!"...

Corporate Training

Authors Note: A lifelong heterosexual male is discovering that he enjoys man with man sex and is trying to rationalize his bisexuality. In this story he continues his discovery after the first sexual experience with a man in an adult bookstore video arcade gloryhole. The characters in this story are complete fiction and are over the age of 20....

Brian Stephens lay with his wife Emily. He felt so embarrassed, so upset. They were trying to have sex. It was not working. This was their third attempt in as many nights.
"I'm so sorry, Em. I don't know what the hell is going on with me. I need to go to the doctor."
"Do you need Viagra?" she asked softly....

The weather was unusually warm for this early in spring, but the precursor to summer had fuelled everyone to act like rabbits in heat. The frat car wash was in full swing with cars lined around the block for a peak at the show. Narcissism and deep embedded insecurities did wonders on their bodies. I tried not to stare too long, but I couldn't help myself....

This story may resemble actual events but that is only coincidental. All characters are over 18.
Sometime around the year 2010, I realized that I was craving sex with men more than with women.
By then, my wife had pretty much given up all interest in sex. I got tired of trying with her. I love her but not in a sexual way anymore....

Editor's note: this fictional work contains scenes of completely fictional incest or fictional incest content.
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********This story contains M/M and Female content. Uncle and Aunt are both Bi-sexual and decide to educate their young 19 year old nephew on the joys of bi-sex, all persons are over the age of 18******************************...

CRUISING & COCK - I'M ADDICTED - Pt. 25

A brief resume if you haven't read the previous parts of this story.
My names Sam, I'm twenty two years old, short, muscular and addicted to cruising and cock. I love sucking cock, I love getting fucked by cock, I love spunk and piss and had, at last, realised that I was gay....

It is strange to be a married gay cowboy, but there it is. I guess I'm still a free-range homo, ready for a fuck or suck just about any old time. My husband encourages this, like he had a choice.
One a month, I leave the ranch and my stables, and my hooved friends, and the horny people that run the place. Robert and I go somewhere or stay at his place. There are corporate jets and stuff. I know this is luxury, but it's all strange to me....

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These poor babies...
Trigger/Content Warning:
This story contains themes of religious guilt, emotional repression, family trauma, and queer yearning. It's a slow-burn gay romance with a dumbass himbo and a beautiful femboy. It also explores the internal struggle of growing desire, shame, and forbidden closeness between two best friends....

I took a three week hiatus, a la vacation, from the City of Portsmouth. I loved my job, and loved serving the citizens but I was starting to overheat, so I blocked this time out strictly for me
I booked lodging down in Manteo, and on a beautiful Saturday morning in April took my RV down, just me, no friends, no beloved family or anyone that would hinder my peace. The nearly two hour ride was peaceful, although I passed small pockets of bikers that were heading down for the annual Bike Week. I absolutely ...

Cian thought, not for the first time ever, that he was sometimes at odds with his own name. Today in town he'd again had to explain that it's pronounced as Key-an. It was a conversation he's had to have at every bar and pub since childhood. He's grown tired of strangers butchering his name, yet loves how his Irish grandmother's voice still whispers "Cee-in" in his ear, as only she could....

I wake up again when Alex stirs. It's getting dark outside and I want a cigarette. Careful not to disturb the man sleeping on my chest, I reach over the side of the bed. I fumble for the pack in my coat pocket, only to find a much larger box.
"What the hell?" I grumble, yanking it from the coat. It's nicotine gum. Fucking hell. Alex must have replaced it before he fell asleep. My cigs will be crumpled up in the trash by now. Selfish asshole....

Billy drove himself to school, considering how he would approach Joey regarding his recent changes. He didn't need to worry about saying stuff that Joey didn't know already since he's sucked his cock and drank his piss the day before, but he felt like Joey had something to do with what was going on. He couldn't put his finger on it or figure out when it had happened, but he felt strongly that his former friend was somehow the culprit. He arrived at school and sat down in homeroom, deciding to text Joey firs...

I woke up in a daze; I didn't know what was happening. The reverberation of something crashing down in the other room was still echoing in my mind. My very first thought was that somebody was breaking in. I jumped to my feet, ready to defend myself.
"Stupid fuck!" I heard seconds later. "You just knocked over the lamp."...

Found out by my father, while I was jerking it to a big hairy repair man, he roughed me up and left the outside the trailer of a man who had started to change my life.
...
I lifted myself from the ground, knees weak, shivering from the cold air. I absolutely wreaked of piss and I didn't care.
"C'mon pig boy I can't let the cold air out."...

Feedback encouraged in the comments.
Please be ruthless if you notice a fucked up comma, or italics. : D
Do you guys think Michael might actually be bisexual, or no? Curious.
Trigger/Content Warning:
This story contains themes of religious guilt, emotional repression, family trauma, and queer yearning. It's a slow-burn gay romance with a dumbass himbo and a beautiful femboy. It also explores the internal struggle of growing desire, shame, and forbidden closeness between two best friends....

// This story is a work of fiction. All characters appearing in it are 18+ of age.
// As usual, I'm very happy to receive any and all feedbacks, whether it's about the writing or direction of the story, other works you wanna see, or just chat in general. Thank you for reading!
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CHAPTER 2: MAKING THE TEAM
The ride to Santiago's penthouse was smooth and laced with an aurora of sexually charged energy that couldn't be escaped. I sat across from Santiago and Jessica, staring at them in awe. They were such a picture-perfect couple. Jessica was this beautiful woman with a body that made you howl like a wolf at the moon....

The time was 4 p. m. That balmy afternoon in early September finds me walking toward the medical building, specifically the office of doctor Gerald R Wilson.
At age 24 a forbidden desire rose to the surface. OH MY GOD, I have a huge crush on "Sheldon Cooper". An overpowering desire to kiss him both terrified and excited me. Learning that Jim Parsons, the actor who portrays "Sheldon" is gay coincided with my crush on "Sheldon" rising to the surface....

Tristan settled into the driver's seat as he pulled out onto the highway for the last leg of his drive. It had been over a month since his first adventure out to the old ghost town and that was a trip he would never forget. He wiped his hands on his jeans one at a time as he watched for the turn off. He wondered if Adam would still be there. The road stretched out in front of him in the fading sun. He was running behind, something he never did. "I should have gotten his phone number. He had to have a phone ...

My nipples hardened and my whole body tingled as I straddled his body. It was really happening.
The fantasy I had nurtured for years was about to become reality, and as I placed my right hand down on his chest to balance my position, all anxiety vanished and was replaced with a wave of feminine assurance and excitement....

I met a guy through work that became a good friend, and a friend with benefits for me. I had been forcibly retired because of covid. I had a job where I was based outside of my home country travelled globally every week to different plants, customers, and suppliers. With the lockdowns from covid and the restrictions ad quarantines on travel after a few months my company basically terminated my role and said we could talk post covid. I ended up back in my home country, unemployed, with no car, and waiting fo...

Am I gay?
No. At least, not in the emotional sense. I don't fantasize about cuddling a man, or being held in his arms, or waking up in his bed sharing breakfast and warm smiles. I don't want that. I don't need the closeness. I have a girlfriend--sweet, kind, everything a man could want, on paper.
But every time I'm with her, there's this sharp ache inside me. A pressure building. Because even while her soft body presses against mine, even while she strokes me, kisses me, whispers that she loves me--I'...

I stir slowly awake. My nose tells me I'm not sleeping in my love shack. There is no smell of horses, the stalls and stable, and my musky love shack, but there is a very soft smell of cleaner.
And my dick is getting softly sucked. It is morning-wood hard.
I like that sensation of tongue on my dick. I'm groggy as fuck. There is a soft tongue down there, and sucking going on. I'm naked. There's an arm reaching around and softly squeezing my butt. The snort of hot breath comes just before my entire morni...

Friendly Neighbor
My name is Jim and I had just recently retired, being 68 years old, figured it was time. My wife, of 43 years, had passed away three years ago, so I sold the house. Moved to seniors only neighborhood in a small town about 50 miles from the city. It was a nice 1 bedroom townhouse....

I stood on the balcony looking out over Piazza San Marco. The first day of my solo trip to Italy: Venice first, then heading south.
The trip I'd been promising myself since the breakup. She was a truly wonderful woman, but something had been missing between us for a few years. We parted amicably and went our separate ways....

Note: The castle, town and family Ville-Neuve featured in this story are fictional and should not be identified with any real places or people of that name. Mercadier was a real figure, the captain of Richard the Lionheart's mercenaries, and, by most accounts, a villainous piece of work. In fleshing him out for this story, I have taken historical liberties to fill in the lack of our detailed knowledge of him....

I am planning on getting done with my job early today. All I have to do is mud the drywall patches from yesterday. Two or three hours tops. I have my gay dating app turned on. Hoping to find someone with a nice hard cock to play with. I have my bag with all my toys and the fucking machine in the truck. As a backup plan. I got all my work done in two hours. No hits on my app. I'm so horny. It's been 4 days since my last nut....

Yeah, I'm moving to the UK. For college. I told everyone it's because I wanted to explore, to get out of my comfort zone, to try something new. But the truth is a little messier. I fought with my parents. I felt stuck in a version of myself that never really fit. And maybe, deep down, I just wanted to forget him....