gay male stories and histories

Chapter 1: Maceo
Fredrich Nel did not know a single soul in this city. He'd been out here for months now, after moving across the ocean for college. Sure, he had a roommate, but they never seemed to be around- supposedly running around with girls or something...
He sighed, closing his laptop and shoving it away. He needed to get out of this gods forsaken dorm room....

If there was anything that I learnt from my two hook ups - if you could even use that term for such fast encounters - it was this:
1, the guy (I still didn't know his name) wasn't fussed about getting his dick sucked; he just wanted someone to swallow his load.
2, I found the transactional nature of these encounters wildly hot. We hadn't even spoken a word to each other on either meet....

This story contains adult consensual sex between father and son.
It's dedicated to a special person a who helped me write it and whose real life experiences shaped it. Thank you!
Any comment or suggestion is really appreciated, either here or on my profile. Thank you for reading and commenting....

I heard the shower stop. It's not that I was pacing near the door, but well I was pacing near the door when it shut off. The bathroom in question is across the hall from the primary bedroom and although there is a bath there, you choose the guest bath across the hall. I gave it a minute then without knocking I opened the door, which you hadn't locked. Steam flowed out into the hall, the room smelled of shampoo and soap, the air was damp and warm. You stood, your waist and thighs wrapped in a pristine white ...

Author's Note: Please read Practice Makes Perfect first before delving into this hot sequel.
It had been over two weeks since I had heard from my friend Jay. Over two weeks since the event that transpired the last time we hung out together. I started to wonder if I would ever see, or hear from my friend Jay again. I thought about calling him but I didn't know what to say. Plus Jay was the one that always called me up to invite me over to his apartment when he was free on the weekend. I started to get a l...

Jake couldn't believe he was in Europe just 24 hours after his college graduation. The last day had been an absolute whirlwind, as he moved out of his college dorm, said goodbye to his friends and family, and flew to Prague, where he would start a 12-month "gap year" before returning home to start working. His parents had been confused on why he would want to go on a such a long trip, trying to convince him that just a summer away would be better. But Jake was insistent, knowing that a year abroad was exact...

This story is fictional and contains incest between father and son. If that is offensive to you, please find something else to read. Cheers!
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Fresh out of university, Adam got hired as regional manager for a national group of independent auto repair and body shops that lobbied their interests at the state and federal level. Adam was responsible for Missouri, Arkansas, Oklahoma, and Kansas and spent his days either on the phone or his laptop....

All characters are over 18 years old.
My boyfriends and I still laid together on the floor of the sex room with Ronny and his roommates looking on. I was pretty exhausted after our puppy play orgy. I shivered as I cooled off after all of the exertion.
"I think the pups are getting cold." Ronny said to his roommates. "What do you say we warm them up?"...

Author's note: part thirty six is told from Dad's perspective
All characters are over 18
The boys were certainly excited about the prospect of coming with us to Phuket. I was excited too. Since Jack and I had begun our journey, my eyes had been opened to a great many things.
I was looking forward to, as Jack put it, fucking our way through the land. Danny and I thought that we could pick Kit's brain a little, so we texted him to come over for a chat. Kit picked a day when he was between jobs. The b...

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....

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"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....