gay male stories and histories

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October

I don't see Todd again until Chrisette hosts a drinks and cheese night. She and Sasha are all excited about it, which is cute, and they're right--this will be the first time there's been a real party in the house since I bought it. They said Guy's Night doesn't count....

⚠️ Author's Note:
Before Goa, before the beach and the bruised hips and the moaning--there was a night in Delhi where something shifted, quietly, dangerously.
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February 2020.
Third year of college. The world still felt wide open.
Classes were done for the week, and Delhi had begun to flirt with spring. The worst of the winter was behind them, but nights still had a bite. Samay's roommate Kunal had packed up after their Friday morning lecture, mumbling s...

Facing the aftermath of everything that had happened, I didn't know what to do. I so desperately wanted to call him, i felt overwhelmed with confusion and questions. I could hear his stern voice in my head," don't speak unless spoken to" so I decided to wait and see if he would contact me.
I couldn't help but recall our two encounters and how I felt so lost with it all. There were times with him I felt he was caring and compassionate, while other times he felt cold and almost cruel... he would show me af...

"I want a beer," Clay said.
"And what else," I asked.
He had a look in his eye, then he smiled, blushing before he said the next sentence.
"Some cock," he whispered.
I was cleaning glasses, prepping for my shift turnover when he and I caught conversation. Clay, being an older, white guy, was alone and looking aloof....

CHAPTER 5: "FUCK ME, RESPECTFULLY"
Over the next few days, I felt like a zombie. I was going through the motions. Get out of bed, shower, get dressed, be in nature, eat dinner, fuck Ryan, sleep, and repeat. It was like something had switched in me when Cameron told me Tanner was Ryan's ex-boyfriend. I didn't know how to ask without throwing Cameron under the bus....

As I rode the 5 minutes to John's house I experienced a mix of feelings and emotions. A bit of regret and shame but that was easily surpassed by happiness and pride that I'd followed my desires and I'd really enjoyed the experience with John. I'd never cum so hard before and feeling his lovely cock swell in my hand and watching him cum hard too was exhilarating. I wanted more....

Part 2 - His Girlfriend Doesn't Know He Keeps Staring at My Ass
I couldn't stop smiling.
The second Liam's door slammed, I flopped back onto the couch, heart hammering in my chest.
"No homo," he said. Right. Sure.
I stretched out lazily, letting my shorts ride even higher up my thighs. If he thought that was bad, he hadn't seen anything yet. I was just getting started....

Back when I was in my early twenties, I suddenly found myself out of a job when the company went bust. Because there weren't that many vacancies around locally, I took the first job I was offered, which was in a building supplies warehouse. A bit different from a nice warm office, but I had bills to pay so I couldn't afford to be too choosy....

Three weeks after the meet and greet I was enjoying the sun by the pool. Visions of cock danced in my head and my pecker was getting large when a guy took the lounging chair next to mine and sat down. I opened one eye to get a look at the man and didn't recognized the face but was happy to see a well-built sexy man of about sixty deeply tanned with powerful looking thighs. He had a bald head, hairy underarms and chest with a thin trail of hair continuing to his waistline. I'm sure he had a nice bush too. My...

We call ourselves admins, but most people call us secretaries. Trust me, as a male admin I had heard every joke. I worked in an ad firm, and while the Mad Men days were long gone, it still attracted a lot of rowdy bros. I had about three years of experience, enough to shake off my naiveté and develop a thick skin....

A work of fiction born of a faggot's need to serve.
I'm a faggot, a slutty, sissy, twink who loves being used by men. I'm 23 years old, 5' 6" long blonde hair, 125 pounds and no hair on my body other than my naturally wavy hair and carefully manicured eyebrows. I am an exhibitionist and a total slut for cock! My greatest thrill is making men cum. My mouth and bussy were made for pleasing men....

"So, seduce me, love," Zagan teased.
Byleth huffed a laugh. "I don't think so. I'm the king here. You will be doing the seducing."
The blond fallen angel snapped his fingers and the two were surrounded by red and white, the room around them framed in glass windows that looked out across an expanse of red water. There was a hot tub to the far end of the room and a white shag rug over white tiles, and a white mid-century sofa sat off to the side. A starburst ceiling light cast a dim glow over the room, ...

***AUTHOR'S NOTE***
This work will continue to feature themes of fictional rough, reluctant, dubiously consensual, or non-consensual sexual scenarios. All characters are 18 years or older.

Chapter 8: Royal Pain (Part 5)

PREVIOUSLY...
Since the emperor and both his children would be present, nobles were flocking to the party in great numbers. Hundreds of people--maybe over a thousand--would be in attendance. The most powerful families would all have at least one representative coming. Aft...

I finally went home the following morning and took a long hot shower before collapsing on my bed totally exhausted from my ordeal. I slept until around 2 in the afternoon. I got up and had something to eat. As I was eating I heard my phone ding. I looked at the message and it was a picture of me being fucked at both ends by the girls. Then another one of me taking Tim's big cock and seemingly enjoying it....

"See you later, Babe," I said as I grabbed my clubs and headed for the door.
"Have fun golfing. See you when you get home," my wife responded with a warm smile.
I felt a twinge of guilt as I sat in my car and left my driveway, but did my best to ignore it as I let the excitement of what I was about to do build....

Eli woke slowly, stretching under the soft weight of the duvet, the morning sun already casting golden strips across the floor. His body felt lighter than the night before -- freshly showered, skin smooth, still carrying the faint scent of the soap. But beneath that surface calm, every inch of him remembered....

The swing hit his face like a freight train.
'Focus', he ordered himself while blood was slowly trickling down his lower lip. 'You've got this'. His coach was standing outside the ring, barking orders at him; Ilio could only hear his voice, not the exact words shouted at him. It didn't matter anyway, he knew his coach did it because he wanted him to feel acknowledged, supported. It worked. Ilio got his fists back up, regained posture and ground, ducked, when his opponent, Ash, tried to land another blow....

AJ grabbed Scott's waistband and pulled him into the house, closing and locking the door behind him. As AJ pulled away, he started in on a list of things to do -- "You will need to help me with some clothes for the boys, diapers, bottles, and baby food. I'll grab a small suitcase so we can easily transport everything."...

Chapter Thirty-Three -- I'm Making My Own Rules, I'm Choosing My Own Muse
"Is it my imagination, or have you gotten better since I last heard you sing?" August asked while handing him a cup of coffee.
Rusty had been busy checking out her place while she got busy with the coffee and, so far, he had come to the conclusion that his old acquaintance was still perfectly capable of turning any space into her own. The studio was small and cozy; there were flowers in a small vase on the table, and on the wall...

CHAPTER 4: FANTASY RY
I was still reeling from the aftermath of Ryan fucking me and then Cameron fingering me into an orgasm. My mind was in a constant state of spinning, and I knew that I needed to make sure I kept my distance from Cameron. Staying away from him was just so hard.
That evening, the family was hosting a big summer BBQ kick-off. Nearly half the town was in attendance. I could hear them all in the backyard. The smell of the food found me as I lurked through the house, and it was calling ...

Jack had a rough day and the only thing on his mind was to get home, kick his shoes off, pour a whiskey and relax. When he got to his apartment, he sensed something might be amiss as the door was slightly ajar. Some of his friends had keys so he wondered if one of them had stopped by, but this wasn't like them to go in without him knowing about it....

Tonight the Neptune was welcoming a new member. Ever since Rocky had told his story about Gregory, the man who had turned him gay, all of us in the club had been bugging him to see if he could get Gregory to join the Neptune.
If he was half as hot as Rocky said he was, he would more than qualify for membership. Many of us were still having fantasies about the man who was so smoking hot that he could turn even the straightest guy into a ravenous cocksucker....

This wasn't supposed to be happening. Company rules allow me to entertain my clients, not this...
But this client was too big to turn down. He knew it too. An ethical dilemma for me. A big, cocky smile for him.
I wasn't surprised by his completely smooth, tan, chiseled naked body. He was rich. It made sense. He took care of himself. He was also gay, though you would never know....

Note from the author: This is story 7 in the series. You would benefit from reading the series in order, but its possible to enjoy this as a stand alone too.
Feedback would be appreciated, so that I can improve my stories.
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Chip:... and you can plainly see it's not pass interference.
Rick: That's right. Looking at it in slow motion, you see the receiver hold his hands up waiting for the ball. The safety comes in from the side and sticks his arm in between the receiver's hands to knock it away. The safety never even makes contact with the receiver. But the receiver sure does do a good job of playing it up. He jerks his arm down to make it look like the safety interfered with the play. The official who threw the flag was behi...

Here is the final chapter of the Full Moon on Friday story series. I'll level with you, it takes a weird turn at the end. As always, thank you so much for reading my work! Similarly to previous chapters, this is a gay romantic drama with mentions of supernatural elements but no actual werewolves. Everyone involved in sexual situations is well over 18 years old. All characters are mine. I hope you enjoy!...

The sun rose over the beautiful empty green fields of northern England on what would seem like a normal day to most. There was dew on the grass and birds singing in the trees, creating a heavenly chorus. This was the scene at Dowdales Hall, a Victorian era building that had stood in this remote area of countryside for hundreds of years, greeting countless numbers of guests and hosting events every single weekend without fail. It was a highly in demand location and people had to reserve their slots months, i...

Diary of a bottom -- Kiptoo

The second the water hit my face, I exhaled like I had just crossed some kind of finish line. The heat soaked into my skin, rolling down over my forehead, cheeks, and jaw, and I just stood there, letting it happen. Letting it strip away the heaviness in my limbs, the knot of tension in my back, the dried sweat clinging to my collar....

As a young man in my twenties, I lived in a flat off the Finchley Road in North London. While I was tempted to call it Hampstead adjacent, it was actually Golders Green. I usually got my hair cut at one of the smart barbers in central London like Trumper's but occasionally I couldn't make it into central London--or couldn't afford it--so I sought out a local barbershop, right at Golders Green Station. Straight out of the 1950s, it was a storefront with a plate glass window, striped pole, and three red leath...

My heart pounded in my ears as I sat nervously in the workshop room. Around a dozen men sat around me, perched awkwardly on plastic chairs, waiting for the tutor to start. The soft throb of music pounded through the walls from the gym, and the accompanying clanking of weights and pounding of feet gave a slightly frantic backdrop....