gay male stories and histories

It was June and college was out for the summer. Mom and her new husband had been on my case for over a month to find a job, but if I'm honest, I just didn't want to work. I am the first to admit I'm a bit of a sloth. I'd rather be gaming and reading and watching movies than work when my parents can look after me. I'm not a fool. I just know that when I finish college, there'll be nothing but work, slaving for food and rent while trying to save for a house. Why not enjoy my summer holidays while I could?...

Note from author: Wow, such a great response after a lukewarm one from chapter 1. Your voices were heard so I decided to add another chapter to the story. I hope you like it as much as chapter 2 (that is a very high bar).


I was now officially Ryan's maid. The next day I ordered some panties from Victoria's Secret online, I wasn't sure of the size but I wanted to start dressing sexy for my man. Even though he technically wasn't my man, we never talked about that kind of stuff. In his eyes, I was h...

The Human Bearer
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What the hell was that? Riordan found himself on the floor, sweating profusely. There was a humming in his brain, threatening to burst his skull wide open. It had to be a flurry of mind conversations between Xenos, but why did it hurt so much? He forced himself to stand and grabbed his robe to put on before walking out in the hallway....

Rhys hadn't been exaggerating how busy he would be. He was essentially playing three identities at all times. It was exhausting work, especially while still being present for Tierney. He had even asked his brothers Soren and Renwick to help him out. Mostly, he wanted them to pose as him to be seen so no one would put together what his identities were. He created a necklace that was filled with glamour magic that would make them look like him when they wore it under their clothes....

One Saturday I woke up and while checking my messages saw a snap from a gorgeous twink posing shirtless: "Saw you at the reception last night. Hope I can see more of you ; - )".
I was intrigued and replied "Good morning - thank you for the snap. Today's outlook seems bright."
He immediately replied: "I'm Victor from sales. We met briefly at the reception last night. I really want to get to know you better."...

The sun was high in the sky, the air was fresh and worst of the bugs hadn't yet emerged to turn spring in the woods into a Circle of Hell.
As I followed the park trail, my eyes darted from the ground up to the treetops. The foliage had not come in yet and I was hoping to see some birds. I was not even an amateur bird-watcher really, but I could hear bird-song and I was curious what kind of feathered creature it was coming from. I looked through the binoculars I was carrying on a strap around my neck. I w...

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Andy repeats the old runner's mantra before he begins: *The first mile is a liar. If you can get beyond that, anything's possible.* It's necessary for the early hour and the effort ahead. He's up daily at 3:40 a. m. By 3:55, he's outside his home in running shorts, protein bar hanging from his mouth, laces tied in a perfect runner's knot, playlist selected, and earbuds in place. He's ready to go when his right foot strikes the street at precisely 4 a. m....

All characters are 18 or older. This story contains depictions of non-consensual sex. Reader discretion is advised.
I walked back to Krell's car, all the color drained from my face, terrified by the latest twist in this saga that now had me in way over my head.
"What the hell's the matter with you?" Krell asked....

I was painting in my room when I saw a hot guy directly across from my window. Literally across. Like, if I leaned forward, we'd probably breathe the same air. He was just moving in boxes, duffel bags, a fan that kept tipping over. I figured he was new to the building. I watched him unpack for a while, not really thinking much of it. Until he leaned back on the bed, peeled off his sweats, and let them fall to the floor....

Blake's apartment was wrapped in a kind of hush that didn't feel like silence.
It felt like anticipation.
Warm, low lighting spilled across rich wooden floors, casting soft golden shadows that flickered and shifted with every movement we made.
And there, on the couch, he sat beside me. Close. His thigh against mine....

AJ snickered to himself; he was certainly not getting in the middle of this conversation.
He made his way to the kitchen to get the boys a snack and find something for the rest of them as well. He put some Cheerios and bananas in a bowl for Conor and Cheerios and strawberries in a bowl for Caleb.
The 5 men had not said a word since Scott's inadvertent confession about AJ's dick and Brett's question about AJ's skills in bed. AJ continued in the kitchen -- he threw together some chips, covered them in c...

I was young, dumb, and full of cum when I first decided to seduce one of my dad's drinking buddies.
I was 20 to be exact, home from college, and bored in my room on a Friday night, when I heard a knock on my bedroom door. It was one of my dad's drinking buddies, Polo, asking if I could drive him home....

He was one of the best friends that I had ever had. We did a lot together, including double dates with various girlfriends. Neither of us had ever given any hint of any interest with each other. But that all changed one Fall afternoon.
I stopped by his house on my way home from work. He was already home and had gone for his afternoon run. I was hanging out in his bedroom talking to him through the bathroom door as he showered. I was also perusing a porn magazine that he had lying around. (This was before...

It didn't hit all at once.
There was no sharp line between before and after. No dramatic fall into grief or longing. Just... quiet. And space. And stillness that stretched a little too far.
I came back the next day.
And the day after that.
Same time. Same routine. Pool, locker, shower. I told myself it was for me--just a return to habit, to ritual. But I kept glancing toward the third lane. Kept expecting the splash of a body moving beside mine. Stronger. Faster. Effortless....

// 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!
// This was a more experimental work from me. I hope you get to enjoy it!...

NOTE
This is a condensed version of a much longer story that I wrote some time ago. Sorry if it's slow and takes a while to get to any action, but hope you all like it anyway.
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When the pilot announced that they were on the final approach to the airport, Mike started to feel nervous. He hadn't seen his Dad for ten years, since his parents split up when he was eleven and now here he was flying over to visit him in Spain....

The road stretched ahead in long, sunlit lines--two lanes of cracked blacktop carving through fields of green and gold. Barns dotted the horizon like still lives left out to weather. Every few miles, a cow lifted its head, unimpressed by their passing.
Alexander kept one hand on the wheel and the other resting idly on his thigh, fingers twitching now and then like they needed something to do. Oliver sat beside him, legs curled up in the seat, forehead tilted against the window. The wind lifted tufts of h...

Desires


Chapter 3

I had fallen asleep and awoke the late that afternoon. My head was still swimming from the events of the previous night. I had no real understanding of what had happened or even how it had happened. A bit calmer now, I went to the kitchen and fixed myself some coffee maybe that would help. The shock was beginning to wear off, sleep and the coffee helped with that, now maybe I could think a little more clearly and figure out what was going one with me....

When I was 19 and still living with my parents, my mom was never hesitant to find chores for me - it was her way of me paying rent, and I was happy to oblige. It was summer of my second part-time semester at the local university and I was holding down 2 part time jobs as well. She asked me to paint the outside of the house and, even though I'd never painted anything in my young life, I was of the mindset that there was a first time for everything....

ts 1974, I'm 22 years old a recent marketing graduate of Chicago's DePaul University. I am 5 feet six inches tall and weigh142 pounds. I have long black hair that I keep tied back while at work. I have a small dick, its only 4 inches long when hard. Over the years I've learned a few things about myself. I've learned that I am strongly attracted to big men. Not tall or in shape but middle aged and fat. Big bellied, short, round guys who might play 16" soft ball in beer leagues. I've learned that for these gu...

CHAPTER 10: EYE OF THE STORM
"Did you tell him I taught you everything you know? I watched you fuck him the same way you used to fuck me. Did you tell him that I taught you what a man likes and how to tease it and draw it out? DID YOU TELL HIM THAT YOU WERE MINE?" Gill's words echoed through the trees....

Everyone in this story is 18.
Chapter 1: The Gift
On the day my brother left for college, he came to me and gave me a box of "goodies". He made me swear not to tell Mom and Dad, and not to open it until I was alone later. He added, "There will be plenty of this when I get to college."
I accepted hesitantly, hoping maybe it was weed....

CHAPTER 5

I stopped myself from reacting when I saw the dildo next to Mark.
To him I was a total top stud, who would never even think about bottoming for anyone. I didn't want him to know differently, so I needed to play it cool.
I was a little shocked to see Mark like this or even see him there at all. I'd figured Dan had called me after he'd struck out with Mark. Man had I been wrong!...

Recap: Cody gets kicked out of his apartment and ends up crashing with the hot, straight gym bro Brad from high school. Brad's always shirtless, always teasing, and way too casual about walking around in skin-tight boxer-briefs. Cody tries to play it cool, but between the blow-up mattress, Brad's perfect body, and a certain jockstrap under the bed, things start spiraling fast. And during one of those late-night scrolls with a hand down his underwear... Cody accidentally finds Brad's spicy account....

A week had passed since I entertained the master's guests, and I couldn't help but want more. Every second that passed left me with a craving to be filled. I used my toys, but it didn't fulfill my desire...
I had been used and absolutely ravaged by those four men, and I wanted it again. I waited for Master to text me again; anxious with anticipation, I checked my phone every free second I had. When his text finally came, I was hard immediately and flushed with excitement. The desire to be filled again wa...

Seth and I have been friends since high school. We both married in our early twenties to our high school sweethearts. Ten years later, Seth is still married. My wife divorced me when she decided she liked pussy more than dick. For a few years I dated a variety of women. Even though Carrie left me for another woman, I still carried a torch for her. No woman could please me....

In The Middle of a Big Cock Bang

I am extremely happy that I discovered anal masturbation! I enjoy stuffing my rectum with large dildos, dongs, fingers and even a fist. I have accepted that I am a bottom, and I am honored to claim that title. Recently, a few of my male friends have begun fucking me weekly, in which I am also enjoying very much....

John was just about to jump in the shower when he heard a knock on the door. He threw on a robe and headed down to answer the door, thinking it was Al or Adam. It was Garret.
"Did you enjoy fucking my son?" He asked.
"I, I, I, I'm sorry," John stuttered, "Fucking your son?"
"Look, John I know what's going on, I've seen you leaving my house and I've seen him sneaking over here. I know damn well you're fucking him. And today I watched your friend come over. So, it's not enough that you're fucking my ...

The silence felt different now.
Not charged. Not desperate.
Just... still.
We lay tangled on the mat, our bodies damp, flushed, heavy with aftermath. We hadn't spoken since we came down from it all. Just breathed. His leg over mine. My hand on his stomach. His lips occasionally brushing my hair....

This fictional story contains coercion, if that's not your thing, move on. All characters are over the age of 18.
After my experience at the adult store... I took a break from porn and everything else related to gay sex... however, there was still that picture that the Latino guy took.
Two or maybe three weeks passed, I was starting to forget about the incident, and I had on the back of my head to do a STD test as 2 different guys fucked me.... Every time I thought about what happened, I would look ba...