LGBT Stories

Three days passed without the invitation appearing in my mail slot before I faced the painful reality — I’d been snubbed! Just about everybody who was anybody at our plant got an invite to the wedding of the year but I had been quite deliberately, I surmised, excluded from the nuptials. And all because I was openly gay…and the groom was hiding his true sexuality behind a certificate of marriage. At least, that was my belief.

My name is Rex — yeah, I know, big macho name for a full-time queer — and I’m thirty-six years old. Never was married, never had a girl friend, never copped a feel and never wanted to. Hell, I’ve never even seen a pussy up close! I’m into guys one-hundred percent and always have been as far back as I can remember — back to the sandbox days when little Danny Kreymore and I first showed each other our “pee-pees”. Don’t quite know how things ended up this way. Last I heard Danny was a stressed-out businessman with a Bible-thumping wife and two kiddies — both girls — while I went on to be an insatiable cocksucker! Seems to me like I got the better end of the deal!

Don’t get me wrong; my life isn’t one continuous string of one-night stands — anymore. I’ve had at least three “meaningful” relationships that were great while they lasted, until the spark fizzled out for one reason or another. Usually it was because I got a taste for something fresh and new. My first lover actually caught me in the act with a fifteen-minute fling at a pool party of a mutual friend and raised all kinds of embarrassing hell before tearing away — and out of my life — in the supercool Jaguar we’d purchased jointly (and he ended up keeping). There’d have been a hell of a lot less drama if he’d just dropped his trunks and joined us. That kid who had cruised me poolside was nineteen, cute as hell and had lips that went everywhere! I’m sure he’d have had no objections to a three-way in the pool house. Needless to say, it was quite some time before I was invited to any more straight functions.

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There I was—right up there on the video screen in all my hunky glory—getting ram-charged up the ass by Mark, the straight and separated-from-his-wife bread delivery guy at the supermarket where I worked. Face down, spread across a bank of shopping carts out on the back loading dock, my thick, stubby fingers were entwined in the metal of the uncomfortable carts and holding on for dear life as hot, hung Mark plowed the living fuck out of me. Both our pants were down around our ankles. It might have been after closing time, but anybody could’ve come around the back of the building and caught us up atop the carts rutting like dogs—so we had to be ready to hop off and haul up our jeans at a moment’s notice. As it turned out, we fucked undisturbed. Mark was every bit the stud I figured him to be and I went home with a satisfyingly sore asshole. How the fuck was I supposed to know that there were two security cameras out on the dock recording our sweaty encounter from multiple angles?

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I was sitting at the kitchen table playing dominoes with
David and Sue Bennett. They were friends of mine that I had met
at church, and we had kind of teamed up together. We spent most
of our weekends together.
David was a hunk. He had black hair and blue eyes. He was
very muscular and had a dark tan. He was six feet tall. I fell
in love with him the day we met.
Sue was a lovely blonde, she was like me and couldn’t tan.
I always burned then turned white again. She didn’t even
suspect that I was head over heels in love with her husband.
I had told them about a month before that I was going to be
on vacation the next week.
David looked from me to his wife then said, “You know,
Scott, I decided to take my vacation next week, also. I’m
planning to go up to the cabin that my parents own and spend
the week fishing. Since Sue has to work, and she doesn’t care
for the outdoors anyway, would you like to come along?”
Would I? A chance to spend a whole week with the guy I was
in love with, without his wife.

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“How do I look, Shawn?”
I turned to look at the man who had spoken. His black hair
was neatly combed. His brown eyes sparkled as he looked at me with
a look of worried expectation. His deep tan contrasted nicely with
the white tux that looked made to fit his six foot, muscular frame.
He was a hunk but I couldn’t tell him that. And it wasn’t the
presence of the sales person who was preventing me from telling
him, either. I had told him how I felt about him once and I almost
lost him as a friend. I would never do that again.
“You look great, Marc,” I said, trying to force a smile that
covered up my pain. “Sherry’s a lucky woman.”
Marc took a step toward me and put his strong hand on my
shoulder. “Thanks for being my best man, Shawn,” he said, softly,
ignoring the presence of the sales person. “You really are my best
friend. I know that it’s going to be hard on you to stand up with
me tomorrow, but I really do appreciate you doing it.”
“I’m glad you chose me to do it,” I replied. I took a step
away from him, but he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me into his
arms and hugged me.

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I was laying on my stomach on a beach towel. David, my
roommate, lay next to me on his back on his beach towel.
We lived in a small town about fifty miles from the lake.
We had both taken the week off to go to the resort town by the
lake. David and I had gone to high school together, and after
graduation, had rented a nice two bedroom apartment in town and gotten
jobs and gone on to college together.
Although I had had my dates, and I had met most of his, I
had always made sure that he never met any of the guys I dated
or heard me talk to them on the phone. I didn’t even know if he
knew I was gay. To my knowledge, the girls he dated never said
anything to him about it, so I didn’t know if they noticed
either. I had fallen in love with him the day we met, and although
I had seen him nude a lot, I had never tried anything.
We had planned on this vacation for about seven months. I
looked over to our right at the ten story building and smiled
as I remembered getting the last room at the nice resort that sat
right on the beach, when I made reservations seven months before.
Since it was the last room, it was a one bedroom suite. Though it was
one bedroom, it had two double beds in the bedroom. So David and I
didn’t have to sleep together.

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It is five o’clock in the morning. I’m almost still asleep.
Here I am driving north on 101 towards Brisbane. The customer
wants me there for 6 AM so I’ll be there. Bored to tears.
Not even a cup of coffee. My fingers start to fiddle with my key
ring as the cruise control keeps me locked at 70. Suddenly I touch
the silver friendship ring that Steve gave to me. I think of him
and take a long deep breath.

It was back in Worcester. There was this free weekly newspaper
that ran dating ads. It had a section for “Men Seeking Men”. Steve
had placed an ad. I can’t remember what the ad said, but I clearly
remember him. Steve was a very gentle man. Short, slim and handsome
in a rugged way. Black hair, brown eyes and a very friendly smile.
A face that always revealed his moods.

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We all have many points in our life that we look back on as
milestones. Raoul was a big one in my life. He called himself Gary
instead of Raoul. He was embarassed about his ancestry, half Mexican
half American. I always thought it was a shame. I used to tease him
by calling him Raoul instead of Gary, not to be mean really, to show
him how silly he was. Sometimes I would drag his name out and make
it sound like a wolf howling - Raoooooooooul. He hated it but he
would laugh. If anyone else did it he got upset, but he always let
me tease him. He had the biggest smile, his cheeks would puff out,
like a happy face drawing. He had a very round face.

There were a bunch of us that hung around together. I was
20 years old, Raoul and Ricky were 18. I had this crush on Ricky
that just would not go away. When we were younger we used to camp
out together sometimes on Kings Ranch, way up on a hill, up above
the creek, where the steer grazed during the day. You had to watch
your step! One time it was Ricky, Gary(Raoul), Ricky’s cousin
Anthony and myself. About midnight we all were getting in our
sleeping bags. I suggested that we should have a jerk off contest,
to see who could cum first. Ricky thought it was gross, he went to
sleep in the back of my mothers car. It was a 1963 Dodge Dart
hardtop with pushbutton automatic and a slant six. I had a booster
amp and an FM converter on the radio, with a pair of 6×9 speakers on
the rear deck.

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Hearing his voice on the phone does it. Seeing him is
almost overpowering. When we touch I am invincible. Nothing can
hurt me when we are together. I become clever and witty and
charming and so completely relaxed. He is my lover, my boyfriend,
my man.

I know how sensitive he is. A lot of other people don’t.
He seems to be strong, and he is strong, but he has feelings like
everyone else does. Over the months, many times together, he opens
up to me. As lovers or even friends will do, we talk to each other
about our lives. But we talk about the parts that are usually not
shared. The very personal parts, secrets.

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I guess it would be fair to say that he fucked me silly. I
mean, he did fuck me, and I did feel really silly later, relaxed at
a minimum. I always enjoy my time with Bacon. That’s his name, you
see, that’s why I call him Bacon. He’s a top. When I’m with him,
I’m a bottom. It works.

He had said he would be here at 4 O’clock, here being my
place of course. My doorbell never sounded so musical. I opened
it and there he was, as fine an example of manhood as you are likely
to find. Strong, hairy, moustache, alert. Bacon is a pleasant
person just to sit and talk to. He kissed me passionately when I
shut the door. He felt different. He didn’t brush against me as
much. I had to break the kiss to look at his face again. He
confessed - he had trimmed his moustache. Now that it was settled
I placed my lips at his disposal again. His tongue in my mouth,
his taste, my arms around him, sweat from 101 on his shirt. He
tells me I feel warm and I tell him I am hot. More kissing.

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It was a very long time ago. They were still sending Apollo
missions to the Moon. I had decided to take some time off from
work and drive down to Florida from my native Pennsylvania. I
wanted to see one of these rockets to the Moon up close. I wanted
to feel it’s thunder. Sex was really the last thing on my mind.

My best friend at the time was Joe. He knew I was gay, we talked
about it all of the time. I guess he must have talked about me at
home.

I was very surprised when Joe told me that his younger brother
wanted to go with me to Cape Canaveral. Jamie and I had hardly ever
spoken much in the many years I had known Joe. But I said sure, no
problem, and I invited Jamie very warmly. He was so good looking at
the time, I mean perfect. Blond hair on his head and hardly any hair
on his body. A perfectly lean late teen build. He was sort of built
like a potential swimmer, without all of the muscle which exercise
would have developed. Actually, he was perfect.

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I had been in Honolulu on a business trip for four days. While
there I had been to some mighty fine gay bars, met some really cute
guys, so by the time I got to the airport I was ready to get home and
see Bacon. I managed to get on an earlier flight by going standby. I
had told Bacon that I’d be arriving at SFO by 9:30 so he would not be
expecting me this soon.

As soon as I got off the ramp into the terminal building I scouted
out the nearest phone. “Hi Bacon, it’s Steve” “Where are you?” “I’m
at the airport, got an early flight, I’ve still got to get my luggage
and catch a bus over to the parking lot”, “So you’re stopping by aren’t
you?”, “Yes! I’ll be there in about an hour”, “Yummy, I’ll be
waiting.” I was ready for this man. Just talking to him on the phone I
was getting hard. I went directly to Bacon’s place.

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Years ago, I served on my local Rescue Squad as an Emergency Medical Technician Level Four, and was commissioned as a Lieutenant/Watch Commander, and also served as Training Coordinator.

We had gotten six new recruits, who had just completed EMT training, and were now ready for a little more advanced rescue training. Normally, I would assign a trainee to each of my regular EMT s for this additional training, but my crew only had five certified EMT 1 tech’s, and two of them were on leave for medical problems. I ended up having to pair one of the “Newbies” with the Squad Captain, and one with myself. I knew two of the recruits, Steve, who was 18, the younger brother of a friend of mine from my high school days, and Bruce, who was 19, and the nephew of my best friend and next door neighbor. I assigned Bruce to the Captain, and Steve to myself.

Their training would consist of two weeks of learning how to do Rough Terrain, Sub-terrain, and Water rescue techniques, Vehicle extraction, and Ambulance maintenance. Now Ambulance maintenance wasn’t at all what it sounds like. It was actually a lot of paper work, and restocking the supplies used during a run. It may mean refilling an oxygen tank, or just adding more band aids to the wall cabinets, but it almost always involved cleaning down the inside of the transport compartment and putting clean bedding on the gurney.

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I had been unemployed for about a year. Then I got this job at a fulfillment center as it were.

Basically a telemarketing place. Its not what I really like to do but there was definitely something that had kept me there. His name was Rodrigo. This hot latin computer guy with soft brown hair and a nice tight body. I could tell from his gorgeous furry forearms what lay beneath his clothes. And he always smell so fuckin delicious. Every time he would come in to fix a computer problem, I would relish in the few hours he might be there.

Then he stopped coming round’. That was sad, because there was no one there that was good looking at all.

Any ho so weeks later the boss hired another guy to handle fax requests. He was big and mean looking, with a shaved head. Dan was his name. Yet he wasn’t too bad looking, even if it looked like he could beat the crab outta me and not flinch. He was actually a pretty nice guy safe for the foul mouth tucked into that NEW YORK accent.

One day he came in wearing some beige workers slacks and a shirt that didn’t cover his crotch as he always seems to wear. As he stood not far from me I couldn’t help but notice a sizeable lump in his pants. I though it was either his underwear not holding his equipment well or he was hung big. I found myself stealing glances at his crotch any chance I got. I caught him glancing at the computer once while I was asking him a question. His legs were open wide and I could see a sizeable bulge pressed against the slacks he wore. How I would have loved to crawl between his legs and get some goods. Several times I think he caught me staring at me. But either he didn’t register what I was doing or he didn’t care.

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I had just returned to my old home town. Being gone for a few years of touring Europe after college. My career in the travel industry had given me the opportunity to do so, to see many places and many cultures. But now I wanted back home. So in returning I continued my career and was able to get a modest home in a fairly nice neighborhood near some old and dear friends.

It had been almost 20 years since I had seen Vince. He is a good friends nephew. Someone I had kept in touch with as much as I could throughout the years. My friend had known that I was gay for many years. She had sent me pictures of her family and had kept me updated on what she and they had been doing for years. I in turn had done the same. So her family also had known I was Gay through the letters and pictures of past lovers through the years. When I had last seen Vince he was only about 10 years old. And he was a runt. Through pictures I had seen him grow up. But I hadn’t seen a picture of him in a few years. So I was not prepared for the `Hunk’ of man that I standing in front of me when we met again. He was 27 now, an adult now, 6′1″ but big, about 215 pounds of solid man. With meaty arms, the forearms lightly covered in soft light brown fur. And strong looking legs that I could see from the shorts that he was wearing. I had forgotten he had blue eyes, But they were beautiful, soft and kind looking. We greeted and hugged. I could feel his muscles underneath the clothes he wore. When he pulled away I had stolen quick glances at his body. The clothes could barely contain his bulk. I could see he was also hairy from the fur peeping out from the top of his open shirt. I couldn’t tell if he had a package due to the baggy shorts though, although those shorts could not hide the big bubble butt packing the rear of them.

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“Hello?” “Mike, it’s Todd. Hi. I was wondering if you wanted to come out for a while and help me. I gotta go down to Sam’s Hardware and pick up a few things and I know that you always have helped me in the past with this stuff. You know what a nit I am when it comes to hardware and fixing stuff and all.”

“Well, Todd. Actually I was just goin’ to go and take a shower and sit and relax for a while, but hey. No problem. Sure. I’ll help ya out. What time?” “Let’s see. I’ve got to first get the kid’s bench downstairs. My wife asked me to put a load of laundry in … Mike? I’ll pick you up at 3. OK? “Sure. Gives me another hour or so to shower. See ya later, pal.”

Mike and I have been friends now for only a few months. We had just moved from the city out to the hill country. We were tired of the way the city had become more and more crowded. It wasn’t safe for our kids anymore. Hell. A change was good. My profession as a freelance graphic artist comes in handy anywhere I live. My wife had no problem getting a job. We were very happy we made the move. I met Mike at the local pub one night when my wife and I decided to be daring and go out for a drink. Mike had approached our table and introduced himself saying that he didn’t recognize us as from the area and if we were new residents. From that moment on, we became friends and Sally, Mike’s wife and Jean got along great too. Along with all the freedoms the town gave us and the fresh air was that the city gave me also Mike. I am a bisexual and found myself greatly attracted to Mike. Although I have the distinct impression that he is as straight as they come. He is the football coach at the local high and he is always `hangin’ out with the guys at the pub. I am a little more shy than that, but I started to go to the pub frequently just to be near Mike. I have watched how he sometimes looks at me; however, the topic of our mutual *attraction* never entered into our conversations. All the same, there was definitely some sort of attraction between us.

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I am fast asleep. A hard day at the office, a big supper and a long hot shower made me so extremely relaxed and tired that I got undressed, got under the sheets and immediately fell into slumber. I had wanted my wife to give me one of her special massages, but she had decided at the last moment to visit her sister out of state. But alas, I ended up being alone tonight.

I have been dreaming about next year’s vacation, possibly in England. I am awakened by a very strange feeling - a mouth is slowly moving up and down on my cock. I am in a state of shock. I turn the lights on and I find that it is our 21-year-old tenant, Steve who is in the bed with me.

We have a spare room in our house and since the children are grown and out of the house, we had decided to rent the room to a college kid.

It is worthless to write down in words the feelings and thoughts that overcame me. I was in shock. I was amazed. This has not happened to me … yet I suppose that my recent feelings toward all of this had somehow become apparent to Steve. When I was much younger, there were two occasions when something happened to me that gave me certain feelings towards men and I suppose that I have been repressing them most of my adult life … but somehow … I don’t nor can’t even begin to understand how … certain things I may have said … certain ways that Steve may have looked at me … all of these perhaps gave him some inclination … perhaps it was the way I looked at him the other night when he had just come out of the shower and was wearing only a towel? But I can go on an on with my questions about how … and why … the important thing is that I was totally taken aback by this sudden intrusion into my bed. Yet I was, in a certain way, excited … I knew that we were totally safe and alone. However, he explained it all to me the next day and I am writing this, in very poor grammatical sense, in the present tense.

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“Hey, Todd! Get your hot butt over here. We have to check the lighting one more time.”

“I’ve had enough for now!” I retort. “Gimme a break. Let me get some coffee before they all arrive,” I say, slowly pulling my briefs back on. I’ve been walking around without a stitch of clothing on now for the past two hours. I need the cold shower to put my cock back in its place. It’s been stiff the whole time that they’ve been working on me and I’ve got to shower again before they coat me in oils again.” I pay particular attention as to how Adam is eyeing my body. He has had this big bulge in his pants the entire time I’ve been on the stage performing. He probably wants to get me alone! “Did you get the seam in the pants fixed the way you want it?” Adam asks. “No, Adam … she’s working on them now. Imalda said they’ll be ready in about half an hour or sooner. Look … I’m exhausted. I’m going to go and have a coffee and a quick shower. Give the crew 15 minutes. We all need the break. I have a few touch-ups which I have to make on myself. I’ve gotta work real hard for the next hour and I want to make sure everything is perfect.” With that, I leave for my room.

I had been standing in front of the hot lights now for about 4 hours solid and I was pooped. We’ve been so busy preparing for the private show. It seems as if night turned into day and then the day back into night again. I was called overseas to do this special show for a very wealthy businessman at his private villa along the northern shore of Lake Geneva about 20 minutes from Lausanne. At least they’re paying me well enough. I’ll finally be able to buy that yacht I’ve been keeping my eyes on. Dusty is going to love it. Now we will be able to live the life which we have been talking and dreaming about for a year. Just the two of us. The yacht will have all the luxuries which we want. I’ll be bringing in Claudio from Italy to build the kitchen and bathroom. A special bedroom completely lined in mirrors will make a final touch. But the best of all, the thing that we have wanted so much, is the staff. I’ve lined up the 3 guys that we met on the island of Skopelos. That black-haired boy with the amazing almond eyes and his cousin will be flying into New York in 3 weeks and I have yet to finalize with the third one who lives on the other side of the island the one who was eyeing me the whole time Dusty and I were on the beach next to his house. Our vacation will be perfect Dusty and myself and the three sexy 20-year-old kids for 3 months cruising around the Aegean. What a life! Aaah …

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My trip from Washington to Connecticut took me over four and a half hours. I was completely exhausted from the turnpike, so I had decided to go to the country club for a workout and a good swim and then finish off with a hot shower. I arrived at the club, got into my shorts and tee shirt and headed for the gym. The workout was exhiliarating and made me feel much better. I decided to make it a day. I got back to the dressing room, stripped and went to the shower stalls. I entered the stall and just stood there, soaking up the great hot spray … relaxing and smoothing out all of my tight muscles. The janitor peeked his head in and said “Good night” and “would I please close the front door of the club tightly as I go out?” “No problem,” I told him. So there I was, standing in the shower, the entire club to myself. Everyone had gone home. The hot water poured down on me in cascades. I really felt exuberant from a good day at the office, a good workout, and being by myself at the club. Just as I began to lather myself with soap, I heard a voice. “Todd? Are you there?” It was Rod. A relatively new friend I had made through the club. “I’m in the shower, Rod,” I yelled to him. “I’ll be out in a coupla minutes.” I proceeded to hum to myself and, with all of the soap on my face and body, did not realize that Rod had entered the shower area.

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It’s about 4 in the afternoon and, for lack of something urgent to do, I began to fantasize about you once again and all that hot one-sided make-believe sex which I have with you and I was horny for some more. Do you blame me? Only natural. You have the hottest body. I’ve fantasized sucking your cock in so many different positions. Did you know that we even did it outside the 7-11 next to your car? I can’t take it any more. I only wish that you will look at me in a different way this time. Don’t you realize how much I want to suck you off for real and drink what would truly be the most invigorating drink that I would have had from a shaft? God. Get with it man. Rape me. I’m yours! You don’t even have to work hard. But … in all reality, I don’t believe it’ll happen. It will probably remain as it has been in the past — a one-sided love affair. A fantasy. I know that you really enjoy my company, but you don’t even know what I look like without clothes. You don’t even know what I look like with clothes. After all, you are only a fantasy. You’ve never even had the opportunity to see my 7-inch cut dick. You wouldn’t believe how thick it is babe. Oh … why won’t you just ask me. Why won’t you see me in a different way. Well loverboy, my cocksuck buddy, get on with it …

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“We could help you!” Sammy generously offered.

“We?” I responded. “You got a mouse in your pocket?”

“My friends and I. If you want.” Sammy smiled at me.

“Yeah, like you and your friends want to help some old guy move in.” I grunted as I moved one of my boxes from the moving truck.

“You’re not old,” Sammy protested, grabbing one of the other boxes without even being asked. “How old are you? Like forty-eight or something?”

“Thirty-eight!” I snapped. “But thanks for making me feel even older.”

Sammy started giggling. “I was just kiddin’ ya. So, do you want the help or not?”

Now let’s face it, I’m in great shape. At the gym at least three times a week. Certainly, the cute trainer keeps me going. But even a guy in great shape can always use help moving, right? So, I set down the box, set my hand on Sammy’s broad shoulder and smiled at him. “All right, you win. Yes, I’d like you and your friends to help the ‘old guy.’”

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