Gay Boot Camp Stories

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Hunting

by gary_4_u on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

It is October 1st, the first day of deer season here. Here is Wyoming, and hunting season is the ultimate as far as the residents are concerned. Everything else is second to hunting season even the schools consider the first day of hunting season to be an excused absence! I decided to go hunting alone this year, as my usual hunting buddies could not make t...

The Cocky Coxswain Pt. 01

by somebody123 on Mar 31, 2020
Gay Male

All through high school, I'd been obsessed with rowing. It was my primary mode of exercise and the sport that I watched religiously. There was just one problem—I wasn't tall enough or strong enough to be much of a rower myself. At 5'5" and 130 pounds, I never grew into the man and rower that I hoped to be. Instead, I'd been relegated to the role of coxswain:...

Vietnam Delta Sexual Pleasure

by BoneyMoreOny on Aug 30, 2017
Gay Male

The heat could be unbearable at times, the delta of Vietnam was like a natural sauna. It would rain almost every day during the summer, keeping everything lush but the humidity was almost 100% without the rain. The mud was always there, red, sticky and everywhere. The vegetation was like nothing we had ever seen before, tall, cutting and scary. It smelled, a...

Finding a New Sam

by sr71plt on Dec 30, 2017
Gay Male

Chapter One: Bah Bungholing "I'm sorry that Neal didn't make the funeral, Keith. It's just that—" "I know what it's just like, Kim. You don't have to make excuses for Neal's phobias. He didn't make the wedding either. It's no big deal. He let me come here for Thanksgiving. That's progress." "I didn't actually tell him you were coming," my sister said, wit...

Is Becky Home? Pt. 01

by KindaWilde on Apr 17, 2018
Gay Male

Jonathan Beckham has been my best friend since 3rd grade when my family moved into a house in a small neighborhood in a little town just outside of Tulsa, OK. He and I live about 6 blocks from each other and have biked or walked to each other's houses for years. Now we are both 18, finishing 12th grade. We both drive beater cars and work part-time jobs. This...

The Soccer Camp

by rjohns on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

Running a soccer camp can be very stressful. It's a lot of organizing and planning that must be done before the players arrive. When they arrive, that's when the fun begins. Most of these young men are between the ages of eighteen and twenty, most come from good homes and have been playing soccer for a few years. This is a camp to expand on their skills and...

Head Counselor...

by emittsrif on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

This story is the third in a series of stories in which a camp counselor in training, Brian, is seduced and lured into pleasing his older counselor Mark. Can be read on it's own or as part of the series.. ...as always, I appreciate feedback! After the last two nights, the first in which Mark snuck bedside and jerked me into ecstasy and fed me my own cum, an...

Groomed into a Boy Slut for Cock Pt. 01

by donkeydicklover on Sep 14, 2020
Gay Male

*All characters are over the age of 18* When I was 18, I spent a summer at an all-boys summer camp for 2 months. I tried to convince my parents to not make me go, but they insisted I did, thinking it would be a good way for me to make friends. I was small for my age, skinny, and a total loner. As expected, camp was miserable. The other boys would pick on...

Mountain Man

by dre_jones on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

This story is a work of fiction, and all the characters are products of my own overactive imagination. This story contains descriptions of gay sex, so if that's not your thing move on. Thanks to my editor William B. for all the help. I love hearing from my readers, so please feel free to comment or send me a note. ***** I slid off my heavy backpack in the...

Sexual Bon Vivant Pt. 01

by 60YONOVICE on May 15, 2018
Gay Male

1978 The view through my 6 power scope was spectacular. The eight point buck I was looking at had a nice set of antlers. He was standing broadside 125 yards away. A dead certain shot — one I had made many times before. I never even took the safety off. I was on a deer hunt, but the truth was, I really didn't want to kill one. That would just ruin a good hun...