Gay Clown Stories

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The Clown and the Clown

by JJEroticas on Dec 25, 2019
Gay Male

The Club The Gay Spider Strip Club opened its brass handled doors on a cool November Saturday at 4PM. Sage needed to make six hundred tonight, or his cat Pickles would be killed. He rolled his 2009 Camaro over the puddled parking lot at 3PM, he felt extra naked from his Brazilian waxing earlier. In a jean and Garfield t-shirt, he carried his thong and leggi...

Just for Fun Ch. 01

by masked_machine on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

Jeff was the class clown, never ashamed to disrupt order, never afraid to blurt his thoughts louder and more clearly than the "authority" figures dared. His bravado annoyed me only slightly less than his drive to make sure that all of the other students could hear his daily assaults on the broke and broken public education system masquerading as "Authority....

Watching Him Back Ch. 02

by Acerbicscribbler on Sep 19, 2017
Gay Male

It's Friday and I'm fidgety and in a bad mood. Part of it may be that I haven't had a chance to confirm with Crispin. Saving him from bullying is mostly keeping Jay and them distracted from that crowd, which means a lot of clowning and talking loudly about random shit whenever Crispin or one of his friends walk by. I can't get close to him, but I have this h...

Friends with Benefits

by jt123 on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

Jim and Ron had been best friends for many years. They first met in grade school when Ron's family moved to the fairly quiet suburban town to get out of the hectic lifestyle of the big city. They quickly became best friends and remained so all through high school. Jim and Ron both loved joking around and often kept their friends and classes laughing at the...

A Submissive's Journey Pt. 01

by CockServant on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

AUTHOR'S NOTE This is a story about a young man exploring his sexuality and finding out he is a gay submissive. It is rather long and not all about sex so if you are looking for a quickie you might want to look elsewhere. This is a fantasy. All characters are over the age of 18. Please enjoy. ------------------- I was a quiet boy ever since the beginning,...

Bio of a Bully Ch. 6 Pt. 1

by ozeboi69 on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

Hospitals are supposed to be fuckin’ boring, but not the one I went to! I got stuff-all rest when I was there, not that I mind. I hate being stuck in a bed and being helped to the fuckin’ toilet every time I want to take a slash. When the ambulance first took me there it was like a fuckin’ circus, only no one was clowning around. The cops were crawling all...

Growing Josh Ch. 06

by reddirtwriter on Sep 25, 2017
Gay Male

There are scenes of unprotected sex depicted in this story. In all cases it was between the main characters, who are in a committed, monogamous relationships and were tested. If you aren't in the same kind of relationship, then you should always protect yourself and wear a condom. "You knock. You're enjoying this too much for me to spoil your fun." Mitch...

Pizza Boy at the Door Ch. 09

by JKendallDane on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

8=== > Laughter in the morning and tears in the afternoon Josh's body began to pull his mind from the slumber he was enjoying. His eyes fluttered several times as the fog of the most strange dream he was having, was attempting to clear and allow it to come into full focus. He thought the half awake vision was the ending of a good wet dream, but never before...

Plotting a Course Ch. 03

by VaRiverWriter on Sep 25, 2017
Gay Male

Chapter 3: Enjoying the Moment "Thanks babe." I said as Bobby finished tying my tie. "No problem." He answered adjusting the knot and giving it a final pat. This was it, in a couple of hours we would no longer be in high school. We headed downstairs, with our caps and gowns in tow. Bobby's parents, his grandmother, his mom's sister, and Emily were gathere...

Cock-Sucker: Fortune Teller

by tristantrotsky on Aug 31, 2017
Gay Male

Being Gay and twenty-one years old in 1962 is not always easy... Of course, the Fortune Teller lied. Down a Walton Street edged with stalls, sideshows and gaudily beckoning caravans, strolling the chill illuminated darkness where it erupts into the fairground. The smoky spun-sugar aroma of candy-floss, hot dogs that drip with ketchup-blood, brittle golden c...