LGBT Stories

The room smelled clean and fresh. After finding my room, I had no problem getting all of my gear out of the family car. Mom and Dad helped me start to get organized with what to put where. Now they were gone and I was alone in my new dorm room, in college! What a thrill! It was a fight all thru High School, to maintain the B+ average, and it had paid off. I got accepted into the first college that I had applied to. And now… eight months later… I am here.

Let me introduce myself to you. My name is Robert Andrews, I am 18 years old, born in Elkins Park, PA - on June 4, 1964 at 2:37pm. I am 5′11″, light blue eyes, blond wavy hair, 164 lbs. I was on the track team and wrestling team, and swim team in High School, and was part of the broadcasting club, in my Junior and Senior year making early morning announcements while everyone was in homeroom, I got around a bit. I have a younger brother two years younger.
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I was a 19-year-old hippie then. My tiny little hometown was seven miles from a college town. The huge university had over 10,000 students so there was a lot of student-type traffic cruising back and forth between the two towns. A lot of students lived in my hometown because the rent was cheaper. A lot of them didn’t have cars: there wasn’t a bus service between the towns, and there were hardly any taxis which were expensive anyway. The only other mode of transportation (which was safer then than it is now) to go to class or to work or just to travel between the towns for a party was to hitchhike. When I did have a car I almost always saw hitchhikers and always picked them up. When I didn’t have a car — which was most of the time — I was on the road with my thumb out, too. It was actually quite fun. Hitching and giving rides was just a way of life for us then.

There was also a form of etiquette between riders and drivers. The biggest rule was the sharing of drugs. The idea was the rider supplied and offered to smoke a joint with the driver, and the two of us got nice and high on the short ride between the towns (I quit doing drugs when I was in my early 20’s). Once in a great while one of us would have other drugs to share, but usually it was pot; either a joint or a pipe full. When I hitchhiked I always tried to make sure I had some pot with me to share with whoever picked me up. Since the only hitchhikers and drivers I’d run into then were college aged or younger, the odds were real good of getting high and everyone knew the rules.

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“It’s coming down hard now.”

“Yeah…I can hardly see the road.”

“Are you sure it’s safe to keep driving?”

“I think I better pull over.”

“Yeah, I think you better.”

“Here’s a place. We’ll just have to wait it out.”

“Your folks are going to be worried…

“Call them.”

“Okay…

“Mom? It’s Darnell. We’re going to be a little bit late…

“Yeah. It’s raining hard out here. We’ve pulled over to wait until it lets
up. You can’t even see the road right now. Just headlights…

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Kevin and I had been the best of friends since high school. Like brothers, we were as close as two people could be but without crossing any physical boundaries. Emotionally though, I knew that I loved the guy, and that my thoughts of him were definitely well over the line.

Believe what you will, but I never considered myself anything but straight before him or since. I cannot explain the contradiction. He was five feet, eight inches tall and weighed one hundred and thirty pounds. He had black hair, hazel eyes and pale white skin covering small but well defined taut muscles. He had dark hairy legs and ass, but the rest of him was smooth which made his feet and cock even more noticeable in contrast. Their size added to their allure as well, he had a nine-inch penis that was thin but with a comparatively massive head and his feet were size eleven with long slender toes.

When we were eighteen, we both ended up at university as roommates in the same dorm. I never discussed my feelings for him, but enjoyed the vantagepoint I had of his body. I’d often watch him change in the morning and peek at him while he showered, or stare at his soft pink soles while he read barefoot with his feet propped up on his desk. Other times I would sniff his socks and underwear from the hamper while he was still in class.

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“Hey Randy, would you be pissed if we call you our designated cocksucker for the weekend?”

Jason tosses me a loopy grin. He’s straight. And he knows I’m gay. And he’s my best friend. He’s the only guy in the world who could ask me a question like that without pissing me off.

Jason doesn’t have a homophobic bone in his body. He’s so comfortable in our gay/straight relationship that he’s always looking for an excuse to give me a nice friendly grope. And besides that, he’s a gorgeous stud puppy.

It’s 10PM on Friday night, and we’re at my parent’s oceanfront cottage. There are four of us sprawled out on a plush carpet in front of a roaring fire. All the lights are off, and the dancing flames from the fire are sending eerie images flickering across the room. We’ve been chugging beer for the past hour, and we’re all three-sheets-to-the-wind.

With the beer loosening my tongue, I fire back at Jason, “I’ll ignore that, Jason, `cause you’re drunk. I can tell that you’re drunk, dude, `cause I can see two of you! Anyway, call me whatever you want to, buddy. Just so long as you understand I’m not JUST a cocksucker. I want it know by all here assembled that I’m a GREAT cocksucker!

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It’s a lazy, sunny day in the summer of `78. And when this day is over, life will never be the same again for three youths just approaching manhood.

Tommy slides a big hand down the front of his swim suit and starts adjusting himself. When he sees me glance his way he flashes me a sly grin, “Hey, Mikey, I’m just rearranging things. I’m not playing with myself, buddy. I depend on my friends and neighbors to take care of that for me.”

Tommy`s on a roll now. “I`ve got a hard question for you, Mikey. Do you know the difference between a man and a shower?”

“No, Tommy.” I respond warily, knowing there will be some kind of smart-ass punch line.

“Well,” Tommy smirks, “you better find out before you get under one!”

Tommy hoots, and I grin and shoot him the finger. Tommy is all jock. He played varsity baseball for three years in high school. At 19 years of age he’s in his physical prime. His muscular arms and legs complement a body that’s buffed and beautiful. Tommy projects a natural, unaffected masculinity that can’t be taught. You gotta be born with it. His buzz cut dark hair emphasizes his All American Boy look.

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My eyes are glazed over and I’m fighting back yawns, while this amateur fuck film runs endlessly on. It’s a straight fuck film! And Trevor and I are sitting here watching it on Saturday night. With two blue collar straight guys! There’s one consolation though. They’re both hunks. So I’m watching them, while they watch the film. And there’s a whole lot to watch. They sit there with boners bulging their shorts. And their legs are spread wide apart. And their privates aren’t that private anymore.

Trevor and I are in an ocean-side cottage on the Oregon coast. We were invited for the weekend by the absentee owner. He said we’d be joined at the cottage by two gay dudes from Salem. These dudes are from Salem all right. And they just MIGHT be bi-curious. But gay? No way!

I’m at work on a plan to salvage this weekend. Maybe these ’straight/bi-curious’ guys, under the right set of circumstances . . . . So I’m checking them out. Robby and Marco.

They arrived here together - careening up in a beat up old truck. They look like your typical blue collar straight guys. They’re auto mechanics working in Salem. They aren’t really clones, but in some ways they’re almost the same. One hundred and seventy muscular pounds are packed onto solid six foot frames. And they look like they’ve been around for some 25 years.

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Nobody never accused me of bein’ smart. I mean “book smart”. But I got plenty of “street smarts”. I’ve been livin’ on the street for a bunch of years, and my street smarts are all that’s kept me alive.

I quit school in the 8th grade, and just bummed around for the next ten years. And if you survive ten years on the street, you come out of it knowin’ way more about the world than you wanta know. They say it’s a jungle out there. Shit man, it’s a hell of a lot worse than that.

I’m 24 years old. I look like I’m 34. And some mornin’s I feel like I’m 44. But people still tell me I’m a good lookin’ son of a bitch. My tow headed blond hair and my pale blue eyes usually get me noticed. My smart mouth usually gets me in trouble. And my 6 foot 2 inch muscular bod usually gets me out of trouble. That’s usually.

I’ve had more girlfriends than I care to remember. And yeah, I’ve had me a few boyfriends too. They tell me that makes me bisexual. But shit, I never cared much for labels. If a person turns me on, it don’t matter none to me what kinda equipment they got.

But you wanta know somethin’? All the people I’ve fucked . . . . when ya get right down to it . . . . most of em wasn’t worth the powder to blow em to hell. But I ain’t givin’ up. I’m still lookin’. . . .

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The dorms gym opened up around 5pm, I usually did homework before or after working out depending on the day. All my classes were over by early afternoon and I could work a few hours, then have the evening to workout and study whenever.

I had been working out with Fred for the past few weeks of school. Actually, he was just showing me some good lifting routines. He was a transfer student from up north, but his buff body was what first attracted me. I didn’t know it at first, but the big church university up north he’d been attending had kicked him out for bad grades.

His parents didn’t give him a choice as to staying home and attending a community college. Fred was going to be a church-school student, and graduate with good grades if it was the last thing they did. At the time he’d only intended to use our rural church college to help him get his grades back on track. Once he had, he’d leave as soon as possible.

Fred was about 5′9″, had bleached blond hair, shortest on the sides, more on top, and beautiful curls in back. He had a little scrubby mustache as some young guys like to have, especially if they think it makes them look manlier. He was magnetic with the strangest mix of masculinity and a hint of softness.

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It was Sunday afternoon, and I had gone to one of the notorious t-rooms on campus, looking for some action. The weather was perfect for a winter’s day with sun and temperatures in the low 50’s, which ain’t bad at all for Portland Oregon this time of year!

Anyway, I was lonely, recently single and all, and well - I needed a man!

There were a couple of the places on campus where I’d found some surprise action. They weren’t in the notorious cruisy johns, but in out of the way ones.

Just so you know, I’m a closet case. I wouldn’t be caught dead in one of those places where lots of guys are hanging around. A lot of older guys who aren’t students hang around there. Some of them are probably cool as I met one or two in the beginning of my experience with t-rooms. My dad is Vietnamese and my mom is African-American so I look something like a dark-skinned Asian. My hair is fine and curly and I’m somewhat on the short side. I’ve been cruised by lots of white guys who go for Asian-types, those who stick around after they learn I’m half ‘black’. I don’t have preferences as far as race.

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It was Thursday afternoon. I had had a long day of classes and was horny. I don’t do a lot of casual sex but I was in-between boyfriends and had the urge to satisfy another guys sexual needs and satisfy myself in the process. It’s lonely being single and not having anyone regular to fuck with.

I went to a very cruisy head at the large university I was attending. In spite of some homophobic faculty who started trying to prop the entrance doors open, the place still attracted quite a few horny guys. I usually either like to suck or watch the action, but I’ll do most anything as long as it’s safe and it gets the other guy off. I’m not one of those total tops or total bottoms. I won’t turn a total top or bottom away. No sir! To each their own, but I like to get as much as I can coming and going. I prefer to get it coming and going.

Anyway, I sat in a both next to a short and slim guy who wanted to suck me. He looked under the partition to see what I had, he licked his lips to signal that his mouth was available. He could already see from my legs that I was a black guy but that and the fact that wasn’t hard, yet, didn’t seem to bother him at all. When I bent over to take a look at him, my eyes locked onto a thick 7 1/2 log throbbing between his legs. I wanted to milk it, but waited. If he wanted to be an oral bottom I wanted to give him what he wanted.

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He looks at me, deep brown eyes so deep and hypnotic, putting me in some fucking trance that makes my dick twitch and eyes flicker. I know what he wants and fuck… I want it too. I want it so fucking bad that the back of my throat itches, longing for him to force feed me his cock. Yeah, I like it rough and I like it when it he likes it that way. He licks his lips as he’s laughing in her hair, calling her beautiful with his hands on her thighs as she sips her glass of wine naively. She has no clue and neither does the cute blonde girl, with shoulders too slender to completely get me off, sitting on my right and smiling at me with trusting eyes. The fact that no one knows–they’re not supposed to, makes everything more exciting, illicit…. hot. He looks at me again, smiling waiting for me to be the one to come up with an excuse this time because he knows I’m better at lying than he is.

“Shit, I’m out of smokes!” I say, dragging out my words in a sigh of mock exasperation. A loud crash of one hundred and forty pounds hitting the water from the pool ten feet away interrupts me as loud laughter follows. My brother walks over, long sleeved shirt and jeans dripping with droplets of water glistening off of his forehead from the aquatic lights of the pool against the blackened sky where the night is technically now the new morning. He tosses a wet pack of cigarettes into my lap with a smile as he runs his hands over his crew cut, spreads his arms out towards the sky and does a mock warrior cry, pounding on his chest like he’s a Polish version of King-Kong just because he likes doing weird shit like that. He’s an idiot sometimes, but he’s my brother and your best friend so we laugh and hope he doesn’t notice how our eyes keep meeting. I pick up the pack, nicotine water spilling on my black shorts and running down my legs where little black strings of fabric scratch just below the knee and above the ankle. I just laugh and shake my head with a roll of my eyes.
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CHAPTER ONE: CRIMSON SEDUCTION

The way the low golden light of the lamp hit the blade was almost romantic in a twisted sort of way. Seducing him as he fingered dirty finger nails across the small razor blade that he held in his palm. He knew he shouldn’t do it, but it was the only thing that would make him feel good. There was this sadness somewhere inside of him that grew with each passing minute..hour..day…week until he felt consumed by it. The sadness that came from out of no where every now and then when he wasn’t expecting it to. The sadness that made it hard for him to get out of bed some afternoons and that felt smothering yet inviting all at the same time. He didn’t know why he felt so bad about everything. Fuck, his life was perfect…well, to most people it would be.

He was rich..fuckingly disgustingly rich thanks to a skate-board and a little bit of luck in the sponsorship department and at twenty-two, while most of his friends were still in college, had already made enough money to retire comfortably. He had a great girl-friend who was always down for what ever he wanted to do and for that he loved her just that much more. He had known most of his friends for almost as long as he had known himself and they were the best mother fuckers he knew. He should have felt on top of the world, but instead he felt underneath it..smothered…choked and restrained. If felt like everyone always wanted a piece of him and wanted to leave nothing left for him..and it worked. He felt like he had nothing.
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I had the most incredible sex last night. Yesterday,
several freshman had moved into the hall. I live on a first year
floor, but I’m a junior. Anyway, there were about five new people.
I was sitting in my room, and one of them knocked on my door.
He introduced himself as Chris, and said that he had followed
the sound of the radio which I had turned on. I told him my name and
offered him a seat.
He chose the bed, and sat down, with his back against the wall,
and I took the chair. I have a single, so we talked for a while. He
told me where he was from and everything. Colorado. He had come to
Missouri for college to get away. It was really hot all day long, so
he was wearing no shirt, just his shorts. They were blue running shorts.
I was wearing denim shorts and a Hard Rock Cafe T. Anyway, we talked
about everything. He said that he had broken up with his gf back
home before he came to school, and he was kind of bummed about that.
I told him from what I could see, he would probably have no
trouble getting fucked anytime he wanted. He could just shake his ass
and people would coming running to help him get his rocks off.
He was pretty bold, and asked me if I would help him. I told
him I couldn’t say no to such a cute guy, and asked if he was sure he
wanted to have sex. He said that he was positive, so I got up and closed
the door, locking it. I walked over to the bed, and sat down on the edge,
trailing my hand over his softly haired thigh. It was really smooth and
beautiful.

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I just got back from a national conference for
students involved in residence halls. The conference
was fantastic! It was in beautiful Boulder, CO, with
an attendance of over two thousand. Now, I don’t want
to make any assumptions, but, I’d guess that at least
half of the guys who attended were out gay men, and
maybe another ten percent could be persuaded to go
homo….

In any case, there was this absolutely amazing man
named Gary. Gary had short blonde hair, stood maybe
5′8″ or 5′10″, and was nicely proportioned (I like
smaller guys). He had nice arms, a great smile, and
an ass that just wouldn’t quit. And he wore two or
three buttons that read, “Gary needs a CR.” Now for
those of you who don’t know the lingo, a CR is a
conference romance. To some, just a myth or something
to joke about, but to others (especially single
perpetually horny gay boys like me), another reason
for attending conferences such as these.
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I’m a member of Delta Chi fraternity at a University in the
midwest. While there are a lot of homophobes here in the middle of
corn country, you’d be suprised at how willing many men are to
share their piece of America’s (Bread)basket with another all-
American boy!
While the fraternity system generally reinforces homophobic
ideologies and notions, it is also a place where many gay men find
companionship. There are a lot of homophobes in my house, and
sometimes listening to them is annoying as hell, but there’s a
surprising number of gay friendly and gay curious men as well. It is
on my experiences with these men that this (and possibly other)
story will focus.

I went to the four way exchange with the Tri-Delt’s, the A-
Phi’s, the Pikes and our house. I expected a good time, and was not
disappointed. Anywhere I can go and tap a keg for a while can’t be
too bad. I knew a lot of the people at the party, so I wasn’t lacking
company. Our house is next to the Pike house, so we use both back
yards and there is more than enough space to roam around, and group off.
It was getting pretty late (er, early), and I was buzzed in a
major way. I had had maybe 5 or 6 beers, and lots of people were
starting to leave to more intimate parties in individual rooms, or to
comfortable places to pass out for the night. I figured I might as well
exit gracefully, and started towards my house.

I was stopped by a couple of friends to talk for a few minutes–
which turned into a half hour. I begged off with some excuse and
continued across the Pike’s yard toward ours when I heard another
person calling my name. I pretended not to notice, but they wouldn’t
relent. Finally, I stopped and turned around to find Jamey standing
there. Jamey and I had gone to high school together although he was
a year behind me. Although we had both come to the same
University, I hadn’t seen him much and never realized that he had
pledged Pike until tonight. What a shock it was to see him. He had
obviously been lifting weights since he got to college, because his
body had filled out nicely. While he had never been over-weight, he
was now finely toned. We had fooled around a couple of times in HS,
but nothing serious had ever come of it. I had beat him off, and he
did me. We knocked off a couple of times.
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It was a late August afternoon at the Technical College, and it was
the day that the freshman got settled in. Yes, it’s hard being away from
family, but Mike didn’t mind. He was glad to be away from his parents.
Mike figured out his plan for life much to the dismay of his folks. He
wanted to become a computer technician rather than work in the family
store. After a long day of moving stuff in, he collapsed on his futon bed,
exhausted. The door opened, and Mike jumped. “Hey, brah. Are you Mike? My
name is Stan, your roommate.” They shook hands formally. Stan had spent
most of the night moving stuff in. Mike wanted to help, but Stan said he
could do it on his own. After 1am, Stan laid down on his bed and stretched,
letting out a long and loud yawn. Mike was already asleep. While Mike was
snoring away, Stan opened his laptop and started surfing the web for some
porn. Stan found his favorite website; college dudes getting fucked by
other college dudes. Soon, he was watching a video and rubbing himself
through his khaki shorts. The speakers on his laptop were on full blast,
and soon Mike was waking up to the sound of a guy’s cherry being popped by
a big-icked frat dude. Mike squinted his eyes to see what was playing on
Stan’s laptop. But when he noticed Stan pulling his zipper down to haul out
his meat, Mike started paying attention there.
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When Your Wish Comes True

I entered my dormroom. I closed the door and flopped onto the bed. My
roommate had been gone for a week and was to be coming back soon. I
threw my gym towel and my clothes onto the floor. Working out had never
worked very well for me, I guess because I never cared to put true
effort into it. I was now nude and I rose up, closing the blinds, then
walking to my sidetable, taking out the photo album and opening it,
turning to the picture I had of the girl that lived on the floor above
me. Amy, she was beautiful and so smart, exactly what you could wish
for in a girlfriend.
I flipped the page and looked over, seeing a picture of my best friend,
Ben, holding his arm around Amy. They were dating and I admired him. We
were great friends, but I wished that he would want me instead of her.
He was about 6 feet or taller and was very handsome and smart. I was
getting a little muscular, but it wasn’t going so well. I grabbed my
shower towel and dropped the photo album as I wrapped the towel around
my waist. The two people I really liked, one was someone who never
even recognized me, the other was my best friend.
I was fortunate for what I had, but I wasn’t happy. I walked to my door
and stared at the mirror on the back of the door. I looked to my body,
and I glanced over, seeing some of my work papers on the desk. They had
bad grades on them. All I could think of was that Ben got better
grades, it came easily to him. Maybe he could tutor me, I just needed a
little push to get good grades, that had to be it. All I could think of
was Ben’s body, and Ben being with me. I walked out of the room,
closing the door as I walked down the hallway to the Showers.
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Antoine Fuller was a bright kid, who upon graduating from high school got a Scholarship to an Ivy League University, unlike his brother Neil, who got accepted to the same university 3 years earlier on a football Scholarship. This was probably because Antoine was the antithesis of his brother.

While Neil was the all round athlete, Antoine was the bookworm and whereas Neil had a jock’s body, Antoine was skinny. Their parents had always tried to ensure that these differences didn’t cause problems between them so Neil the popular one in high school would always protect his little geek brother Antoine.

Physically both boys only had one thing in common; their brown skin, after that it was a divergence zone, which decided even the people they considered friends. In addition, Antoine had another peculiarity, which had just been made known to his brother…
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I had return to my dorm room early from class, so I could have sometime to myself. I was so horny and needed a chance to jack off. My roommate was around most of the time. Ted is a great guy, he is a handsome, muscular jock who seems to enjoy going around naked or nearly so. Me, I am a little skinnier than he is but still in great shape. But I had been raised with a lot of privacy and wasn’t used to running around naked all the time. Besides, my cock seems to have a mind of its own and would get hard at seemingly odd times. So I preferred to keep most of my clothes on in the dorm room. Ted stands about 6 feet tall, with dark brown hair and blue eyes. He has a dusting of that hair across his chest and a trail of it leads down to his crotch. He has a dick that has to be 4 inches when soft and sprouts from a nest of dark kinky hair. His balls are huge and hang down a couple of inches. As I am in the process of figuring out that I am gay, he has become the fantasy of many of my jack off sessions. Sometimes, when Ted thinks I am asleep at night, I hear him jacking off in his bed. Since his bed is only 3 feet from mine, it is not hard to hear the sounds even when he is trying to be real quiet.
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