Gay Airport Strip Search Stories

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Border Guard CMNM

by movieye on Aug 31, 2017
Gay Male

My godson and I were returning to Laredo after a weekend in Nuevo Leon, Mexico. Cheap booze, cheap steaks, probably the best part of my weekend was when I hired a senorita to show Devin a good time! You see, Devin, had just turned 18 and had been accepted in the University of Texas so he wanted to party with his favorite gay "uncle" one last time before sc...

My Visit to Pittsburgh

by ibvince_29841 on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

Charles and I talked periodically but the time to get together never presented its self. I found out after getting home and unpacking the few things I'd kept with me that he'd slipped a videotape in my bag to remember him by. My name is Tyrone; all my friends call me Ty. I'm 30, 6'4, 235 lb., very dark skinned (as the saying goes "black as the ace of spades"...

Old Man Discovers... Ch. 02

by tnwriter on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

The first few sentences of this might upset some people, but maybe some of the husbands will understand. Married 41 years, 4 kids and sexual intercourse about that many times.... What I'm really thinking about is cumming again. But, would it be as explosive as the last time? Not having had sex in almost two years except for masturbation or my flesh light ....

Calcutta Custard

by newpaulman on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

My second time with Beni. He's an Indian guy, about 50, with a long beard. This time we're in a hotel out near the airport. He paid for it. I think he regards me as his property, sexually, at least. But he's respectful, and that's what counts. As soon as we enter the room he says we should strip to our underpants. I do so, and admire the view as he removes...

Caught by a Cop

by boyganymede on Apr 3, 2019
Gay Male

Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** I was back home for the summer from my sophomore year in college. It was a beautiful summer day, sunny but not too hot. I decided to take a drive along a state primary road through a rural area not far from my home town to the riverfront. Traffic was light, so I figured th...

Elusive

by sr71plt on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

I waited until we'd almost reached Miami's airport, but I couldn't leave it here. "What's wrong, Zack? You've been pouty for days. You know I need this break." "Yes, I know. And I can't go, I know that. Once your scenes are in the can, my editing work begins," Zack responded. But he wasn't looking at me. It was as if he couldn't look at me. He just had with...

Finally My First Time Pt. 02

by bisibi on Jul 4, 2018
Gay Male

This is part 2 of my sexual journey with men. In part 1 I told the story of my first time with a guy. It's been a while since I wrote my first instalment and I wanted to catch you up on what I've been up to. *** Luckily for me Nick's wife worked in a bar on weekends and I spent the next 6 weeks going to Nick's and getting fucked. I was often there on both...

A Very Nari Christmas Ch. 01

by spankednaked on Jan 28, 2020
Gay Male

So, during my time in California I've made a lot of friends, but Nari is without a doubt my best friend. My mother met Nari when she flew out to Fairhaven to see me dance on stage with the Chandler Theatre Ballet. Nari was charming, approachable and my mother found him to be a delight. She loved him so much that she invited to come to New York with me when...

Getting . . . Educated Ch. 04

by sr71plt on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

I'd had enough of these repeated sexual assaults; being used like this. The next day, I packed my car and headed for home. No more than three miles beyond the campus gate, though, I heard a police siren and was pulled over to the side of the road. I sat in the car, wondering what I had done wrong, as a policeman strutted around and took a look at both licen...

Bittersweet Irish Cream Ch. 07

by Kabba118 on Mar 31, 2020
Gay Male

Since his liver transport two years ago, Daniel Riley had been slowing down on the drinking. Not stopping completely though, but Charlotte, his wife didn't know that. No one knew that every Friday night he would escape to his basement den, lock the door, pour a cup of brandy and listen to music. It was his way of letting go of the stressors of the week. Thi...