gay male stories and histories

Something in the Wind
Scott was headed back to Pullman, he had barely made it off of Mercer Island -- when his phone rang, it was Maureen. He ignored the call and focused on his driving. The phone rang again and he was going to let it go to voicemail again, but looked at the caller ID, it was Eva so he answered the call....

Lorenzo sat at an outdoor café table, his light jacket barely enough to shield him from the cold. The wind carried the scent of damp earth, of the first buds timidly unfurling on still-barren branches.
It was March. Spring was coming.
And yet, inside him, everything still felt frozen.
Andrea had closed the door behind him three months earlier, leaving behind only silence and the memory of his crystalline laughter. No dramatic scenes, no shouting. Just a weariness that had seeped into their sheets a...

A reader suggested a follow-up to "Carl's Gifts" and this is the result. It's probably not what was expected. Reading that story first should help, but is not necessary. This story begins immediately at the conclusion of "Carl's Gifts."
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Carl needed that beer. Bad. His brain was twisted up like a pretzel, and no amount of deep breathing was going to untangle it. So, when he spotted a bar on a corner with a neon sign promising "Cold Beer & Good Times," he didn't hesitate....

Brief Encounters Anthology
Chapter 15
The Road Trip
As we drove north on the 5 freeway in California, cumulonimbus clouds were ahead. The sun was setting. We were halfway through our trip to San Francisco for a concert my friend Owen and I were attending. Owen sat in the passenger seat, and we alternated driving when one of us got tired. The trip was supposed to be six hours. However, there was heavy traffic before entering the dreaded famous Grapevine portion of the 5 freeway....

My Freshman year roommate, Lochlan started jerking off in front of me on day one. The first night in the dorm was supposed to be about unpacking, adjusting, and maybe a little awkward small talk. Instead, Lochlan dropped his sweatpants to the floor and flopped onto his bed, his muscular frame glowing faintly in the dim light of the room. His abs flexed as he stretched, and his hand drifted lazily toward his crotch. I froze, my eyes locked on him as he wrapped his fingers around his thick, already-hard cock....

Disclaimer
This work is a piece of fiction intended for adult audiences only (18+). All characters depicted are consenting adults engaged in legal, consensual activities. The story contains themes of erotic power dynamics, teasing, and sexual exploration but is purely a fantasy.
This work does not endorse or encourage coercion, manipulation, or non-consensual behavior in real-life relationships. The themes presented are meant as entertainment within the realm of fiction and should not be interpreted a...

This is a work of trans sexual fantasy, with mutual enthusiasm but without explicit discussions of consent. Though words like cunt, pussy, clit, womb, dick, and hole are used to describe the trans man's body, they are not intended to be read as feminizing. Just a heads up if that is not your thing.
~Horny reading!...

I left the gym, still trying to make sense of what happened. I felt like it wasn't right and that I needed to stop seeing Calvin. He had taken advantage of me in a vulnerable moment and I should not let I happen again.
I got home and fell asleep immediately from exhaustion. My dreams were about Calvin and his cock filling my mouth, dominating and controlling my weak and frail body. I woke up hard and my nipples felt sensitive and erect again. I couldn't understand what was happening and why I couldn't ge...

*****The followings story is fiction and all characters are over the age of 18*****
Part 4 of the Arturo and Rohan holiday series.
The glass was half empty. A cloudy ball of ice sat in the middle of the glass with a bronze liquid surrounding it. It was four weeks after Valentine's day. The day Rohan and I watched Wicked and stayed at a hotel, were we fucked. That night was so memorable to me because it felt like our relationship was real. And it was. The doubt that I had carried was gone, I was fully ...

After that initial rapid throat coating I didn't hear from him for a few days, not that I was expecting to. I've been hooking up with guys on the apps since I was a teenager - I know how it goes. Ninety percent of the time you'll meet up with someone, fuck, and never hear from them again. That being said, the fast and transactional nature of him waiting for me to arrive so I could wrap my mouth on his dick just in time for him to cum had been playing through my mind and I'd wanked out multiple loads of my o...

Josh:
"You are late, again. It's the third time this week." Corey popped his head over the counter as I walked in, "Brad's already here, you better get moving."
Fuck. I blame Adam, he's just too fucking hot, there's no way I'm missing a morning blowjob with him. Things have been great with Adam lately, we have been giving each other blowjobs every morning, and it's so hot to see him enjoying it, maybe more than I do even. I just wish we can do a little bit more, maybe he can finger my hole while he su...

"Gentlemen, here's to the first sunny day in England!" laughed Dale, clinking pint glasses with his traveling companions.
Dale, Bobby and Tobias were each backpacking through Europe. Although originally all travelling solo, they had become fast friends. Dale, the slightly tubby American and Bobby, the musclebound Canadian, had quickly struck up a conversation on a train in France. They were soon joined by the outgoing, lanky Tobias, who was on holiday from his home in Germany....

Chapter 4
**Anyone appearing in this, prior or subsequent stories is over 18 years old.
Mark savoured the last of my load as it disappeared down his throat. "Reese, I love sucking cock and am very fond of cum. Yours, my friend, is delicious. Will members of our group get to find out for themselves?"...

I was naked on my own bed, leaning back against the headboard. For a laundry list of reasons - some circumstance-related and others due to my own insecurities and self-punishment - I thought the man standing at the foot of my bed would always be out of my reach. That what was happening was as close to a zero percent possibility as you could get. But there he stood, surveying my body with the type of fire, desire, and hunger I'd fantasized about literally thousands of times....

4.
"You're going on leave? For how long?" Ryan questioned him, firing at him those cute puppy eyes with glint sharp glances.
"Hey, hey, I'm coming back," Mouse explained. He turned and grabbed the guy by the back of his neck. "What's wrong? You're like a dog humping his master's leg."
Ryan blushed but didn't deny. Mouse had almost finished packing his bag. He didn't need much; he expected to be naked most of the time....

Note to the reader: Although this a stand-alone story, it is the second part of a story depicting a formerly straight man's transformation into the world of Black cock submission. It depicts scenes of non-consent, reluctance and humiliation. If this offends you, please choose another story. If you choose to read on, please enjoy....

It might be a bit odd to write about hands at the bathhouse, so this review is intended to be focused on just a couple of points. Though also recognizing the immense amount of overlap involved when describing first contact in a male only sauna.
Intentional contact in the baths almost always starts with a hand, yours or a potential partner's. The notable exception to this fact involves a mouth, generally one surrounding your cock in a glorious wave of pure bliss. Or your mouth doing the same to a stranger...

A glance, a nod then he smiles back at me.
I walk towards the restroom in back then past it. The backdoor is unlocked as they usually are in places like this. Turning the handle to the wooden door and the steel security door then out to the alley. The mature man in white t-shirt and black jeans emerges from the door a minute later. He walks up to me with that same smile he flashed. I'd guess we are about the same age. I'm in town for a couple days for a business meeting but was hoping to find someone for...

Chapter 9 -- On Being an Object
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The toy felt like it was dreaming. It wasn't quite the dreams that humans had, made of mixed-up narratives, symbolic images and swirling colours. It was a strange infinite of blankness -- a darkness that went on and on but it wasn't sentient so it had no concept of time. It only realised it had been asleep -- or powered off to put it more accurately -- when its owner switched it back on, and it came back to reality....

What a great year I've had! One year ago, after college graduation, I relocated to Wilton Manors, FL, to begin my life as an out gay man. Growing up in Texas, I knew for a long time that my Texas hometown is not a welcoming place for anyone who is gay. Wilton Manors, on the other hand, is an open and diverse small gay city that feels like home. Working an afternoon shift as a bartender in a popular gay bar, I make lots of money and have lots of new friends in this welcoming city. I love life here....

As soon as he walked in the door, Ben was immediately hit with Melissa, draping herself all over him, physically and verbally, asking in that cutesy voice he hated, to go right back out and spend the evening at the mall with her, shopping with her for the baby gift she needed to buy for Sarah's shower this weekend. They could eat dinner out at that pizza place in the mall she liked....

© Copywrite March 2025. Property of Jacko Lantern.
Authors Note:
Hello my beloved readers!
I had a burst of inspiration with this story and I didn't feel like it fit with either of my published author profiles, so you all get a treat today!
This is written in a shifter verse with anthropomorphic creatures....

This is my second submission to LitErotica. It does not involve a real-life story of mine but it's more of a fantasy that has started to crawl into my mind in the last few years since my second divorce. I am very likely to act on it soon. Constructive criticism is expected. BTW, English is not my first language. All characters are 18 or older....

The smell of the massage room laid beneath the subtler warmth of herbal infusions, woven into the air like a second skin. The purification vents along the ceiling exhaled in slow, rhythmic intervals, filtering away any stray particle that did not belong.
Lin's hands hovered beneath the wash station, the water temperature adjusting to his biometrics. The warm stream pulsed, a carefully calibrated balance between sanitation and conservation. He flexed his fingers, watching the pearlescent cleansing gel dis...

Adam:
"I need to wash up. I can still smell the puke all over me." Mike complained, as we got out of our patrol car. "And I still need to write the report, the day never ends."
"I can help with the report, you can go take a shower." I said.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, Mike. We are partners, don't worry about it."...

James rushed into his freshman physics course, late as usual, to find a seat towards the back of the lecture hall. He set down his gym bag and pulled his laptop out of his backpack and turned his attention to the professor at the front of the class who was lecturing about wavelengths.
He was struggling to follow along as he had fallen asleep during the last lecture and the one before that. It wasn't that he didn't want to pay attention, but this class was after his weight training session for lacrosse an...

This story contains adult consensual sex between father and son. It's not suitable for underage.
Any comment or suggestion is really appreciated, either here or on my profile. Thank you for reading and enjoy!
P. S. Hope you cream your underwear as I did while writing.
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It was when I was in college, and a cute guy in my dorm room always came to sit by my bed after I'd pulled an all-nighter, and I hadn't noticed.
He put his hand into my comforter, rubbing my thighs, I actually could not help but hmmm, thought touching just touch it, anyway, are men, afraid of what, he saw me quite enjoy it from my inner thighs slowly to my private parts to touch, my cock slowly hard, he first used his hand through the underwear to touch my balls, I used my own hand to move the cock again...

Author's Note -- There are elements of non-consent in this story. If that type of element offends you, or is problematic, please do not read.
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Dedicated to Victor ("Carlos"), Sonny ("JD"), Patrick ("Beto"), Ricky ("Andres"), Johnny ("Hector"), and Jose ("Joe") - you'll never recognize yourself in this but thank you for giving me your character....

Everyone is 18.
I've known my straight roommate, Andy since high school. And, honestly, I've had a crush on him since I can remember. He's hot, he works out, he has a dashing smile, and he has a large cock. I remember when I first saw it get some blood flow. We were in the showers after football practice (all 18), and the guys were getting raunchy talking about the new girl in school. Andy joined in on the fun, and helicoptered his dick around while talking about how good she would suck it. In the maneuv...