LGBT Stories

The project was important to my boss and he sent me to the customer’s office with directions to finish it up today. I arrived early and met with a young man named David. He was to work with me on the final material and his boss was also insistent about finishing the job today. Well we tried. We skipped lunch and when 5 o’clock hit we sent out for a sandwich. It was 9 pm when we finished and everyone had been gone for hours. I sat back and pushing my glasses off I rubbed my eyes and stretched. David also yawned and tried to shake out the tension of the long day of work. I finally had the time to notice how good he looked. Nothing that stood out like a model but just friendly and smiling.

“I am so glad we finished that,” I said as we arranged the sheets in the last booklet being stapled together.

“Me too. I was sure that we’d never do it but I guess we work well together,” he answered. “You know this project was very important to both our bosses but it may mean a promotion for me.”

I again stretched and started to put on my jacket. As I slipped my arm into the sleeve I winced from sore muscles and just tension. David looked up as I muttered a few mild oaths.

“I can loosen you up in five minutes,” he offered. “Slip that jacket off, loosen your tie and sit here,” he pointed to the chair I had spent most of the day in.

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The store was crowded because of all the back to school shopping. It made my day as a salesman very busy but it also filled the day with a lot of little erotic incidents. You see I work in the men’s department at a major department store. Back to school means lots of young guys getting lots of clothing and my department was the place that all of them hit at some time during the shopping day…I sold men’s and boy’s underwear.

My department was set off to the side of the main sales floor. A pair of mannequins “guarded” the entrance. I carefully dressed them to set the mood as people entered. One was an adult male with dark hair and very masculine mustache. The second was “his son” with the same good looks but obviously only in his teens. Both of my “guards” lounged in as provocative a state of undress as I dared.

The father mannequin wore an elegant robe that flapped open as he stood with his hands planted on each hip in a classic Yul Brenner pose from King and I. Under his robe he wore a pair of Calvin Klein briefs in classic white and a tight white T-shirt that was tucked in at the signature waistband. The softest black socks in the store were collapsed in folds around his ankles.

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I’m a middle aged professional photographer. You can’t believe how boring it can get when all you get to shoot are weddings and crying babies. My hobby is young guys. I can’t help it. I really got off on watching young guys slowly undress. The more innocent and sincere they are the better I like it. I had come up with lots of different ways of getting to watch but the most successful was a simple ad….

MODELS-for young men’s fashion work. No experience needed but must not be camera shy. Call….

The response is usually good and they all trust me when they see that the “session” is being done in a real photo studio. It’s really amazing to realize how far I can take a session without the model getting suspicious. I always conduct an interview and set up some ground rules with a new boy. It really is just a way to get them comfortable. I follow up by talking about money. The usual is $15.00 per hour for an initial shoot and $50.00 to $100.00 per hour if the model seems to be “working out”. That’s all most guys need to get them over the hump of the first session. Greed is a great motivator.

The best part is that I have a video camera set up that secretly records the entire time. These movies about the photo shoot are great. It captures moments when the model is totally relaxed, like when I’m reloading film into my regular camera or simply coaching an inexperienced subject. I have one classic tape of a “first timer” where I not only get him to slowly strip off his clothing and model some other brief attire but actually convince him to trim his pubic hair shorter and jerk off and cum.

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It was one of those mega-bookstores that are popping up all over today. I must shop there at least once a week. Today I had gone in to pick up the latest copy of Money magazine but found my eyes bouncing to the gay section and the cover of XY magazine. The young guy on the cover just kept attracting my attention. I couldn’t believe how I was reacting to the model. It was almost embarrassing. After all I was a married business man.

After the 25th time my eyes were dragged to the magazine I decided I would buy it. I could glance at it in my car before driving home. I picked it from the rack and tucked it behind my Money magazine. A quick scan of the store assured me that no one I knew happened to be there. I hurried to the check out because there was no line at the time and I had some expectation of privacy. The clerk was a young man with “Timmy” on his name tag. He casually wrung up my purchases but admired the XY cover for a split second too long.

“Hot issue,” he commented. “I always pick up a copy when they come in. This one is real good.”

I found myself reexamining Timmy because of his comment. He was obviously saying he was gay. Now, I’ve met gay people before but none in their early 20’s who seemed so casual about telling a stranger he was gay. Timmy was my height, just a little over 6 foot. His short hair was a brown that almost matched his eyes. The clothes he wore were loose but it was obvious that he had a nice tight body, not one of those pumped up gym rat bodies but an active guy’s build. In fact he looked a lot like my own son just a few years older.

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“STr8? Need cash? Fast money for first-timers.”

Cody read the online ad, thought about it, and finally decided “What the hell.”

He sure could use a little quick dough. With a week to go before payday, he was broke. An unexpected car repair had depleted his checking account and he needed whatever he could get.

Besides, he thought, clicking on the ad to reply, he bad can it be? He’d never done any queer stuff before, but he had to admit he was curious. And if some gay guy wanted to pay to suck him off, that was okay by Cody. Hey–getting’ off is getting’ off, right? And a blowjob’s a blowjob!

By the time he hit “Send” Cody had a very rigid hard-on.

He received a reply via email a few minutes later from a guy named Jim. Was $50 okay, and when would Cody like to meet? Cody wrote back: Cool, and any time you say, man.

Two hours later, freshly shaved and showered, he was greeted at the door of a modest townhouse. Jim turned out to be about 30, friendly, a nice-enough looking dude.

“First things first, Cody,” Jim said. He opened his wallet and took out a wad of bills. “Fifty bucks. But I have a request.”

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“Bobby!”

Slim, brunet and farm-pretty, the young bellboy was miles away. He realized with a start that the manager had said his name more than once.

It was this damn uniform, he thought. Snug, form-fitting, so tight he didn’t dare gain an ounce of weight or a millimeter of flesh or he’d rip the seams. Or rather, it was the uniforms, just like his, that the other bellhops wore at the Ritz Carlton hotel.

Like Bobby’s own, the outfits accentuated every curve and line and bulge, and Bobby found it hard not to stare at the cute round bottoms of his fellow employees as they sauntered past.

Just then, it had been the pleasing, inviting, altogether perfect twin pillows of his young pal Jimmy that had wrested his attention from his duties. Looking at Jimmy’s butt always had this effect–especially since Jimmy was so keen to share it with Bobby late at night in their one-room dorm on the 14th floor of the hotel, when after lights out they pushed their single beds together quietly and luxuriated in each other’s tight young bodies until late in the early morning hours.

They weren’t in love, not by a long stretch, but they had one helluva good time.

Bobby had caught Jimmy’s eyes when they passed each other, and Jimmy had licked his lips subtly and–knowing that Bobby would turn and watch him as he walked away–had given his brisk saunter a hint of extra sexiness.

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Everyone has a “first time” story but not everyone tells theirs. Think I’ll switch from one group to the other and tell you guys mine. See, I was pretty lucky. My first time was cool. No quick fucks in a bathroom stall for ME! No no. And you’d never see ME sprawled over a trashcan in an alley somewhere. No way. Not me. I’M sophisticated. I’M classy. MY first time was intricately planned, and flawlessly executed.

Not by me - by the guy who nailed me. I was fuckin’ clueless.

Took me a long time to finally be able to stand up and say it out loud and in front of people, but I was an abused child. I was the youngest in a family that included some “step” relatives. I was always the one blamed, framed, and maimed. And I do mean maimed. I got the hickory switch (that I was required to select myself. And if it wasn’t good enough I was whipped for that). Also got the belt a lot too. The buckle end - against my bare ass. I’ve been thrown across the room and slammed up against walls, then slapped open palm and backhand. Had pots, pans, spoons, eggs, and other food thrown at me. Seems my butt was always marked in one way or another. Either with bruises, welts, or scabs where I’d bled. My older brother used to practice his boxing skills on me. That was okay with every body. It only became unacceptable when I tried to fight back. He used to hide around corners, wait for me to come by, and beat the shit out of me. If I told my dad I got beat for being a tattler.

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I was on Interstate 80, maybe fifteen miles East of
Fairfield, CA heading towards Sacramento. Up in the high, flat
country with the golden grass in the summer. It was hot, very hot,
but I had my windows open enjoying my new state. At 70 half the
traffic seemed to be passing me. I was heading to my sister’s house
for the weekend, and in no particular rush since I was three hours
early. I was dying for something to drink, maybe a Snapple, when I
saw the van on the shoulder up ahead.

I was already in the rightmost lane. It was pretty far
ahead. I tapped my brake pedal to kill the cruise control and
started trying to see what was going on with the van. It was an
older Ford Econoline, fixed up as a camper, with a raised roof and
perfectly dull gray paint. The side doors were open toward the
guardrail and nearly touching it. I could see someone standing in
front of the van. I decided to play Good Samaritan. As I slowed
down and got really close I saw a young guy on the shoulder in front
of the van, nice build it seemed, possibly cute.

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I have a confession to make. I have been known to shop at
K-Mart from time to time. Not for the latest fall fashions of
course, but for everyday basic items like shampoo, neon colored socks
or loofa sponge brushes. Go ahead, call me a het if it will make
you feel any better. I know I’m Queer, and if you’re cute I can
prove it too!

Anyway, there was this one time, not long after I moved to
California, when I went shopping at K-Mart and had a very unique
experience. Of course, since I am the confrontational militant sort
that I am, I had a gay T-shirt on. It was the one that says “Queer
Sysop”. It was a true statement at the time. I had a BBS. I’m
still Queer but the BBS has been retired for the time being. They
had a sale on Joe Boxer underwear. Imagine wearing a shirt that
proclaims in vivid colors that you are a poofter (as the British say)
and shopping in the mens underwear department of a store that is
positively predominantly heterosexual.

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He wore his gayness like a badge of honor. No apologies,
no shame, no closets for Bobby. I knew all of this from across the
bar, just looking at him, watching him talk to his friends. I had
to meet him, even just talk to him for a few minutes, I was drawn to
him.

He was cute in a feminine sort of a way, pretty, almost
childlike in his innocence. He was 23 years old, very thin, with
a small body. His hair was black, his eyebrows even blacker, his
lips were red enough to make you wonder if he was wearing lipstick.
He wasn’t. Maybe five feet and seven inches tall, wearing tight
bluejeans and a black tee shirt. He had a baseball cap on,
backwards like the kids do these days. Everything about him was
arranged to broadcast to the world his youth, his energy, his
sense of joy at being alive.

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Some of you may have read my previous posts of my discovery of bisexuality. Until two years ago I had been exclusively straight. I have posted my previous true adventures and received many positive and some negative comments.

If you have not read my previous stories, I am in my mid 20’s, 6 feet tall, 170 pounds and have a 7.5 inch circumsized cock.

My last story described sucking a nice 8 incher at a new bathhouse I discovered. I enjoyed that experience and went back to the same place several months later.

After paying for my room I wound my way through the pitch black corridors, lit only by the luminous red glow of the EXIT signs and the spillover of light from the cubicles. They had open ceilings which allowed patrons to share the moans and gasps of neighbors indulging. From the last visit I knew that it would take five or ten minutes before my eyes adjusted to the darkness, so I took my time disrobing in my room,then left to shower down. Heading to the showers I passed through the darkened corridors. Every surface was painted black,the darkness reinforced the perception that illicit pleasures were hidden in the shadows.

Many of the rooms I passed were open,with men wearing only towels reclining on small beds. As I walked past closed doors, I slowed slightly, often hearing moans and slurps emanating from within. When I finally saw light ahead I knew the showers were near. they were the only well lit area in the place.

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I am in my mid 20’s 6 ft tall and 170 lbs,and had always been straight. About two years ago I began to explore sex with men also. I am writing the experiences I have had and posting them. Let me know if you enjoy.

My previous experiences had taken place at one bathhouse or a video porn emporium. As I researched a little more about the range of places that guys could meet, I discovered a number of different bathhouses existed. I decided to try some others.

The first new one I picked was more expensive and had large steam rooms and even a jacuzzi. The guys there were, on average, hotter than the place I knew, but there seemed to be a lot more attitude. A guy started to blow me in the sauna, and I watched another guy get sucked while he jacked a guy off. But there were few guys who really did anything for me. I almost went down on a nice guy with a medium length, but thick cock, but could not get past the stale smell of smoke in his pubic hair. I did get propositioned a number of times, but the guys at this place seemed to want an immediate response. An attractive black guy followed me to the video room, but nothing came of it.

The next place I went was very different. Whereas the firs two bathhouses I had attended could be passed off as health clubs, nothing could disguise what this place was for. There was no excercise equipment, no lounge, no carpeted hallways, hardly any lights to speak of. It was like a black hole of sex. Everything was painted black, the walls, ceilings, everything. A few dim lights in the hallway and the spillage of light from dim rooms were all there was to see by.

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I enjoyed that first time and decide I wanted more. I returned to the club, took a room and headed for the showers. There were a lot of men cruising, but little obvious going on. I noticed that many men sat in their rooms reading but with the door open. I was still new at this and unsure of etiquette for meeting etc.I made a mentalnote tostudy more on this subject.

I decided to sit on my bed and read and just see what happened. Guys were walking by and looking in. Many would stop and gaze at me. I am told I am good looking,am 6 ft tall 170 pounds and have a 7.5 inch cock. I guessed that the guys peering in were checking me out,but their facial expressions gave little away. Most however left if I did not continue eye contact. Most of htem were older,and I had not seen anyone I really liked. All of us were wearing only towels and you could see some guys had erections underneath.

After about 5 minutes Ilooked up to see a guy about 40, 5ft 9 at the door. He walked forward into the room and sat on the bed. He started stroking my leg and telling me how much he wanted to suck me off. He promised the best blowjob of my life. But I was not really interested.It was akward assking him to leave, and he was very persistent.

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I went back to the bathhouse, took out a room, and headed for the showers. I had had a long tiring day at work and just stood under very hot water for about 15 minutes. During this time a number of guys came in and left, but it seemed to be a pretty quiet night. I headed for the sauna. Usually there would be some action there but tonight it was virtually empty. I decide to cruise around the place and check out that night’s clientele.

After a quick once around I decided to check out the video room. I walked in through the squeaking door, and around the corner that afforded the room some privacy. It took awhile for my eyes to adjust to the dimness, broken only by the pale blue light from the large TV at the other end of the room. There were benches in front of the screen and along each wall. Itook a seat near the front on the east side.

There were half a dozen or so guys sitting watching twoguys fucking onscreen. The closeups were not too great but the sounds were intense. Soon I heard some additional noise to my left. Turning back, I saw that one guy on the rear bench was being sucked by the guy in fornt of him. A nice black cock was sliding in and out of this guys mouth. Neither of them seemed particularly interested in what others thought of their activity, but I figured that if they objected to being watched, they could pick a better location. I tried to see as much as I could in the darkness.

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After having given the three bathhouse blowjobs, I felt secure about my desire and ability to suck cock, but a certain deficit of knowledge regarding etiquette. Until you experience a new social situation,I think you never really know how much you don’t know about how to behave. I wanted to know more about just what was expected of me, the social rituals around gay sex etc.

I remembered passing a porno videoplace near the club. It had a very discreet entrance except for the sign which read “XXX Videos-Private Booths”.I decided to check it out. After work one evening I headed down to this place,and walked in down a long corridor to a bright room filled with several thousand videos. They had every kind of porn imaginable, gay straight, whatever you want. Behind the front desk was a door with a sign “Tokens must be purchased before entry”. I did not know how much tokens were so I nervously asked the clerk for five dollars worth. He handed me a stack of brassy coins and I entered.

My eyes took a while to adjust to the darkness but I could see a few round red lights above doors. As I began to adjust I could see that I was in a narrow Lshaped room that was little more than a five foot corridor with about 10doors on either side. Some were open some were closed. I walked a few steps forward and could makeout a figure just standing in the darkness, but I could see little else. The sounds of various porn videos emanated from behind the doors. The red light indicated a booth was in use.

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I am a white male in my mid 20s living in a large city.I have been straight all my life, although I have gone out with several bisexual women. I guess you could say that I never felt anything against gay sexuality, I just did not think it was for me.

I had been overworked and was losing weight due to a lack of time to lift weights etc. I kept saying that I had to join a health club, but it would have to be very near to my home or my work. I happened to hear from an older colleague about a club near his office. It was open 24 hrs, had pristine equipment and was cheaper than any other club in town. He had joined because it also had about thirty cubicles with beds which you could rent for an additional 6 dollars a visit. He used these if he had to wotrk late and did not want the 2 hour commute. The only catch was it was a gay club.

Apparently it had been a gay bath house but had added a great deal of health club features to avoid being shut down. As a result the mainly gay clientele respected the straight members (!) who gave the club some kind of cover. You could not beat the hours or the price. I joined.

At first it was a little weird. Somebody would brush up against me in the sauna,but nobody forced anything. Showers were communal,and often guys would be showering immediately after having sex with each other in one of the cubicles. It was strnge to see so many different cocks of different shapes and sizes.At first I thought that most of these guys were bigger than my cut 7.5 inches, but most were just permanently semi-hard. I found myself looking more and more at the meat between their legs. Especially the uncut guys.

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“I drive a Beamer.”

“I drive a Lexus.”

“I have a place in the Hamptons.”

Okay, so I’m exaggerating a little bit. But that was basically how the conversation was going.

The men seated around the table at the posh restaurant high above the city skyline were all busy flashing the bling-bling.

They were all a little more subtle about it, of course. But not much.

I sighed and pushed my salad around on my plate. This was going to be a long and excruciating meal. I excused myself from the table, but nobody seemed to really notice. They were too busy reciting passages from the Nieman Marcus catalog.

I went to the front and asked the maitre’d to point me in the direction of the restroom. He was a dignified-looking black man with a neatly trimmed small mustache and a light sprinkling of gray at the temples. Trim build.

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Do you ever get asked about your first time having sexual relations with another guy? I do, all the time. It seems to be one of the most popular questions these days. It’s as if somehow your character can be gauged by a singular moment from the past. I’m not sure I buy that, yet I cannot explain the trend either.

As for me, I’m not quite ready to share that chapter of my life with you yet. In fairness we’ve just met and it is after all a bit personal, wouldn’t you say? You seem disappointed, don’t deny it I’ve seen that look in you before. Perhaps since you’re not going to be deterred that easily, and I don’t want you going away in a huff, I’ll make a substitution instead. After all, you’ve read this far and you’re entitled to something, right? I see your point; perhaps a compromise is in order. Would you settle for my most recent escapade? I’ll take that as an affirmative since you are still reading and I’ll tell you about it now.

I went to the cinema to see that new movie last week. You know the one I’m talking about, that space saga that started long, long ago (well about four years before I was born at least). I was at the latest showing possible and I went by myself. Now I know what you’re thinking, no one goes to the movie theater by himself, especially so late at night. The truth is I have been so busy with working overtime trying to get back on my feet financially after a particularly rough year, that I had barely taken time for anything else. When I finally made up my mind to actually go out and do something, no one else was available on a Sunday night. So I went alone.

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Last night was unseasonably hot and it was impossible to sleep. I must have tossed and turned for hours before I finally gave up. I was drenched with sweat so I decided to take a shower and go for a walk. I hoped that with the water, fresh air and some exercise I might be able to squeeze in a couple of hours of shut-eye afterwards. I left the house shortly after one in the morning.

In a town the size of where I live there is precious little open past eleven at night except for the gas station a few bars and the donut shop. The local bars catered to an older crowd than I liked, mostly the country and western types in their forties and beyond. Sure, they’d be looking for someone to go home with later but being twenty, male and gay made me ineligible for anything but an ass kicking so I kept walking.

About an hour later I made it to the coffee shop, there were no other customers inside and I was certain the clerk was probably going through menopause that very moment. I bought a coke and decided to drink it outside where it was cooler. I was sitting on a bench in the parking lot enjoying the night air when the side door opened and he walked out with a bag of garbage and a mop bucket. He seemed to be about nineteen, just over six feet tall with straight blonde hair that was long on top and short underneath. He was skinny and his skin was so pale he was practically luminescent in the glow of the overhead lights. Even in the tacky uniform he looked cute. I watched as he struggled to carry the black plastic bag and move the bucket. I stood up and offered to help.

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A friend of mine was really good at getting invited to all the great parties in the city. She had friends of friends who would tell her where the best parties were. I had been able to meet many celebrities at these parties. Some I liked and some I didn’t care for. But it was great nonetheless to experience the jet set life as it were at least for a few hours a night.

Well one night she called to invite me to meet her at a party up in the Hollywood hills. Some producer was throwing a party to celebrate a film he had made. So of course I went. When we got there we were to say that we were `friends of Barry’. I met her outside at 9pm and we said the password and walked in. there were people sitting in the main room chatting and drinking. Mind there was a lot of drinking going on.

I didn’t see anyone I recognized as famous. I walked into another room and there were a few guys playing pool and talking about a `fuck flick’. I saw the ex porn stud Ron Jeremy. He looked old and fat and real ugly. Then I saw others around. I then knew I was at a porn party. I walked around for a while. My friend disappeared with someone. I was seeing a boodle of hot studs that I had desired in the past. I began to get horny. Then someone taped me on the shoulder.

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