gay male stories and histories

Subaru made it to his room and locked up.
He tucked into his bed, unable to think about anything. At least anything other than his time with Reinhard.
It was surreal. Like he was dreaming. One moment he was teasing the man, the next moment, the two of them were in bed, stroking each other.
Just by thinking about it gave him an erection....

`Author's Note
Hey y'all--
Before you dive in, just a heads up: this is a long one. I didn't rush a single stroke, moment, or line because these characters deserve space to breathe--and so does the tension between them. If you're looking for something quick, this may not be the scene for you.
Also, let me say this gently but clearly:...

The Iron Door
Author's Note:
This story departs from the style of my previous works.
While my earlier stories focused heavily on race-based domination, humiliation, and nonstop graphic sex, The Iron Door follows a slower, more literary arc. It is still deeply erotic, raw, and transgressive--but it's also a character-driven journey about power, survival, and transformation....

Sometimes I hear him jerking off or fucking a girl. Light moaning most days, deep grunts other days. Sometimes it's just the bed shaking. Thank God for thin walls.
He is an ideal of a man. 6'2", muscular with some weight on him. He walks around in his towel sometimes at his waist, showing his hairy chest and white skin. He must see when I try to subtly hide my bulge....

Chapter 1: Life deals you cards
Life deals you cards, you are born they are dealt for you. Then you grow wiser, you pick your own, never realising, at first, that the aces in your pack are there to counter your first set.....
Born to feral animals, the father a vile abuser, the mother always trying, promising, lying to protect me, there was only me.. but failing, unable to cope....

The hallway was quiet. Just past midnight.
Everyone else in the house had either passed out or was still downstairs drinking. My room was right across from Jace's. All I had to do was take a breath, cross the hall, and knock.
I hesitated.
Not because I didn't want to... because I did. My whole body was thrumming with need. Jace had whispered it into my ear like a demand: My room. Tonight. I want to be the first to stretch that hole....

The summer after my first year at college was a veritable hurricane of life-changing activities and information. I found out my exceptionally large bear of a father who liked to stuff himself into the tightest tighty whities was not actually my biological father. My real father was a priest who may have raped my mom and took off to Italy. I say "may have" because that is the story my dad told me, but I also learned that she recently left us to go back to Italy with him and start a new life. I also learned t...

Phil and I worked in the same building for a couple of years after I had transferred into the corporate downtown office. Phil was in our communications department, and I was in finance. Our offices were near each other's, but we didn't routinely work together.
We'd see each other in common areas and when there was extra food placed out for anyone to graze over. If you've been in a big office, you know what I mean: Leftovers from lunch meetings, birthday doughnuts, holiday treats sent in from consultants....

# At the Sukkur Barrage
I've never told this story before. It happened a long time ago, in 1988 when I was 25. I was an adventurous and intrepid traveller in my youth. I'd travelled extensively in India and one of my interests was Mughal history. I'd visited many of the Mughal monuments in India, the Taj Mahal of course, the forts, palaces, tombs but I was always frustrated when I read in the history books that I'd missed the monuments across the border in Pakistan....

Hello! Thanks for stopping by! In this chapter of How Deep the Bonds we find Darius showing some curiosity about Cyrus' bisexuality. I hope you enjoy! All characters are mine and everyone involved in sexual situations are over 18 years old. Thanks for reading!
Part 2: Darius & Cyrus
Early Fall 2010...

I was twenty and in my summer vacation from university. Together with my family we were away at my girl cousin's wedding. Accommodation was limited and we were staying at friends' houses. I was sleeping in a sleeping bag on the floor of someone's lounge.
Our friends had a son, Adrian. He was nineteen and at university too. He was a good looking boy with tousled blonde hair, deep set blue eyes and fit, slim and muscular. I heard he swam in the university sports team and he had the kind of figure that woul...

"Fuck, I'm screwed," I panicked silently as I scrolled through the rental listings. Long story short, I got in trouble for something I didn't do and was expelled from the local state university and therefore had to transfer to a junior college 4 hours away. Since I was starting the semester a little late, I was behind the eight ball when it came to securing a place to stay....

I came away from Charlie59's house with big plans. All I could think about was my next cock but I knew that with Pete being off the market and Charlie59 being married that regular sex wasn't going to be on the cards.
It was clear I needed a small, dependable circle of regular fuck buddies. Three or four men I could trust for no-strings attached fun. That way, if one of them suddenly got into a relationship or became unavailable, I wouldn't be left in limbo again. Luckily for me having already done all th...

While Gohrvi danced, he kept one eye on faces and bodies, glancing eyes and crotch-bulges, rounded arses and tongues flitting across lips. With the other eye, he watched the doors leading away from pulsating music and bright lights to quieter, darker places. Behind those doors were corridors lined with lockers (charmingly old-fashioned wooden lockers; no metallic clanging and banging!) where one could store one's phone, wallet, keys and jacket (and any other clothes that one might feel getting in the way). ...

As the pair made their way to the Davis Center, Jackson questioned why the fuck he was so anxious for something that was seemingly so banal. Maybe it was simply the prospect of spending more time with his personal sanity-thief that was making his palms sweat.
As the pair walked into the building, thankful for the warm refuge from the whipping winds outside, Ollie's eyes were drawn away from Jackson to a group of people chatting near the front of the meeting room. He turned back to Jackson, smiling....

Eddie's dark brown irises fixated on a blank spot in the night sky. They stayed frozen even as Gabe hovered in panicked motions directly overhead.
"Eddie," he pleaded. "Just hold on, we've got help coming. They'll be here any minute--I think I can hear them already."
Eddie spat up a mouthful of blood. It ran thick down his chin and neck. "I'm going," he choked. "My time."...

Pfiuu, 90 minutes, finally the end of the match. Dripping with sweat, all my muscles aching, I stand a moment catching back my breath, with hands on my hips, before walking to traditionally hand-check my teammates and our opponents of the day.
It was my 10th match at this self-organized football competition. I found it via the internet. Every weekend you can register to be on a starting 11. There are regulars, but there are enough new people every week to keep the matches varied. Wanting to get back to s...

Being Watched.
I perform for and fall in love with my voyeur.
The floor to ceiling window on my first floor flat looks across a small communal garden to a fence beyond which there is a golf course. There's a row of trees and bushes covering most of the end of the garden with a gap of six feet or so through which I can see onto the course. It's a pleasant view with the rolling green fairways and in the distance a lake and more trees, poplars and silver birch, I think. Running along the other side of th...

The lights never really turned off in the clinic. Even during designated "rest phases," they just dimmed to a sterile hum, cool, bluish, like moonlight filtered through a laboratory.
I hadn't slept in over 72 hours.
That was the point, of course. A government-funded university study on cognitive drift and inhibition under sleep deprivation. I volunteered out of curiosity and a desire to disappear for a while. No phone, no obligations. Just observation....

Break In: Ch 02
The Improv, Act III
This is fiction. All characters are over 21. Sucaweenee does not exist except in my imagination. The story is told in the voice of the narrator. This chapter is almost stand-alone, but you'll have a much better story if you read Chapter 01 first. © Copyright, 2025, Brunosden....

At the end of the process, they had 192 regular cupcakes and 368 mini cupcakes. Among AJ, Scott, Conor, and Caleb, 16 of the mini cupcakes were eaten. They were delicious. The guys were tired, but they had a great time just being together. AJ smiled at Scott -- "God, I love you." Scott winked at him -- "Are you trying to get laid? You could definitely do that with that smile and confess your love. Come to think of it, you could get laid pretty much anytime you want -- I love you too."...

All characters in this story are over 18 years of age.
It was almost midnight when I heard a knock on the door, quick and a little uncertain. I opened it. And froze.
Jon.
He stood there with a backpack slung over one shoulder, wearing a black sweatshirt with a white T-shirt sticking out from underneath. His hair was tousled, as if he had been through the wind and his own nerves. His eyes were tired, but fixed on me....

I was just 18 years old when I met Colin. I had recently left school and had taken a summer job until my start at university the following September. I had been fortunate enough to be taken on by a local factory in their Dispatch Store. The job itself was undemanding, merely checking that the correct items were loaded dispatched to the correct customers....

This story takes place about one month after Debbie, Cassidy and me attended our first swingers party.
My wife Debbie and our wife Cas are involved with Tony, aka Horse. They also have the occasional romp with a young man named Robert.
I call Robert their boy toy. He is 18 years old and just finished high school. He lost his virginity with my wife Debbie, and on the same evening he had his second pussy when he had sex with Cas....

SERIES: GASLIGHTING LIAM
(college, mast, dom, big cock, auth, sub, jock, teasing, manipulation, cum denial, humiliation, feet, armpit, sweat, mindfuck, gym, gooning, straight to gay, nipple play, pheromones, primal, sloppy, edging, pre cum, edging, condescension, consensual non-consent, praise kink, ass play, rimming, anal orgasm, public, big sub small top, piss, cum play, brainwashing, public, caged)...

~~~ Please note, both men are married, thus bisexual - BUT this story is completely Man-Man sex, thus the Gay Male category~~~
"Sure thing, Ron. Just let me grab my tool box and I'll be right over." I close my laptop to the porn I'd been looking at before my across the street neighbor called. I pull on a t-shirt and button my jeans, slipping on shoes and walking out the door....

⚠️Author's Note:
The wedding ends. But the punishment doesn't.
What follows is not sex. It's training. Reprogramming.
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Evening had begun to drape the mountains in gold by the time they returned to the room. The pheras were done, lunch served, guests scattered across the property. The corridor lights flickered behind them, but inside, the only illumination came from slanted beams slipping through half-drawn curtains. The room smelled faintly of crushed garl...

you gotta go back and read; I'm sorry folks : P
let's just do this shit
[if i'd known ten years ago that technology would be such a wild thing especially with AI I wouldn't have made Zeke Hartigan work at a damn tech company. please enjoy.]
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Perhaps it was naive to think that I wasn't interesting enough to be a mystery to other people. Naive to think a work friend wouldn't be putting pieces together about me....

I lost track of how long I had been a prisoner.
Days turned to weeks turned to months. The summer died. The verdant trees of Bracken Wood -- glimpsed from my high window in the ogre's house -- turned gold, red, all variations of amber.
The village seemed so far away. My life there, my memories of it, were like memories of a dream....

Immovable Object, Unstoppable Force: Chapter 2
The two walked along brick pathways, in the opposite direction of Jackson's dorm. Jackson noted they were headed to the side of campus he rarely frequented, home to the honors college dormitories.
"Sorry, I'm on the edge of campus," Ollie explained as the pair walked....