Gay Altar Boy Stories

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The 5th Floor

by altar boy on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

I don't know which hurt worse; The hard, cement floor beneath my bare knees, or the hard, invading cock that was pulverizing the inside of my mouth. I would shift my knees every few seconds to try and ease up the pain, but I couldn't stop the cock that jack-hammered against my gums, teeth, cheeks and the back of my throat. The edges of my mouth stung from be...

The 5th Floor Revisited

by altar boy on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

Author's Note: This story is a sequel to 'The 5th Floor'. I highly recommend reading that story first, if you haven't already, to avoid character confusion. If rough sex, non consensual sex or gay sex bothers you, don't waste your time reading this. __________ A couple of weeks had passed since my violent fucking in the somewhat abandoned restroom on the 5...

Confessions of a Hustler

by altar boy on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

Let me just begin by saying...I love my job. I get paid to fuck and be fucked and on my terms. Sure, I could become 'famous' and do the same thing in front of a camera; But the pay in my field is higher and the hours better. I'm not so sure the term 'hustler' is really the correct term for me. Gigolo just sounds so Richard Gere, and I've never had an affini...

A Boy Who Came In from the Cold Ch. 04

by SadieRose on Apr 3, 2019
Gay Male

"In Chapter Four Ant discovers that Rayne does have quite a past, and finding out about it gives him a boner that just won't go down. After the nastiness of Chapter Three I thought it would be pleasant for Ray to have a little holiday, so our heroes are off to the South of France to try and make some money in the European Porno Movie industry." xxx.Sadie (...

An Italian boy in Camford Pt. 01

by WittePiet on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

[Most of the characters in this story have appeared in my previous stories, but you do not need to have read them. This is my first story written in the third person. It tells of two gay couples and an Italian boy who is in search of love and adventure in the English university city of Camford. As usual with my stories, some places and institutions are real,...

Ethan's Confession

by timmywells on Aug 28, 2017
Gay Male

"I'm sorry to bother you like this, Father James," Ethan Barnes said after easing down into the over-sized leather seat on the other side of the massive oak desk that his spiritual mentor was sitting behind. "Nonsense Ethan," Father James said, dismissing the young man's apology with a wave of his hand. "That's what I'm here for, and besides, if you can't t...

My Cocksucking Addiction

by Seethru57 on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

Disclaimer: All characters in this fictional story are 18 years of age or older. My name is Doug, and I am a submissive cocksucker. And I just can't help myself. I tried to deny it at first, but now I want a guy to just make me suck his cock. I am 24 now, and the following are some of my adventures. It all started when I was 18 and after I graduated sch...

Jeff Comes Out For Baseball Ch. 1

by Bright Angel on Aug 22, 2017
Gay Male

When I was about a block away from Jeff's house on my bike, I saw Eddy DiCarlo leave the house, get into his Mustang and drive away. At first I didn't think anything of it, since the three of us are on our high school's baseball team. I didn't think that Jeff was hanging out with Eddy. Eddy's kind of a `fast lane' guy and Jeff and I have been friends since s...

Danny's Choice Ch. 03: Star Chase

by sr71plt on Oct 15, 2017
Gay Male

Brent's Story Hearing the click of the lock behind me in the sacristy was what I would identity as the "Go" square in the honest autobiography I probably could never dare write. Before that, Father Timothy had been standing at the sink counter, drinking the last of the communion wine, while I, fulfilling my altar boy duties, washed and dried the chalices a...

Leather Messiah

by Araddion on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

Note: This story has been previously published on the Nifty Archives. * * * * * To bow. To worship. To breed. These are the notes of his symphony, his soul's hunger. His eyes dart from body to body, evaluating, finding nothing of either sustenance or substance. In his emptiness, I sense his desperation for my religion. He seeks a fane with an altar of...