Gay Hispanic Stories

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Day of the Gila Monster

by Randall_Austin on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

This story is erotic fiction meant for mature readers and should only be read by adults over the age of eighteen years old. Please do not use my stories without my permission. Editor's note: this story contains nonconsentual themes. * Ty and Marty were two personable and handsome, blond-haired, brothers. Ty, age 23, was lithe, serious, and handsome. Ty l...

Visit to a Bath House

by nickymartin on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

I was planning a trip to visit friends in the Denver area. I work out quite frequently and prior to my trip searched on-line for a local gym with a pool. I came across a site called the Denver Swim Club. I clicked on the link and was surprised to find more than a pool. I must have spent 5 hours looking at that website over the course of a week. To begin wit...

Marco Island Summer Lovin’

by KeithD on Oct 15, 2017
Gay Male

Hank Hodges scanned the waiting room at the Sedgewick Clinic on Kendal Drive in northern Marco Island, Florida. There weren't many men who came to a gay men's clinic looking for what he wanted, but he had a good reason to. His eyes went to a young, blond, tanned guy in athletic shorts and a cut-off T-shirt who was standing at the reception desk talking with...

Mascot

by sr71plt on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

Chief had first noticed him when they did the Smithson 4th of July parade. The young man was Hispanic with a dark complexion and jet black hair and dashing eyes, also, with an easy smile and a "gosh-died-and-gone-to-heaven" look as the fire trucks rolled by with the firemen all decked out in their firefighting equipment and hanging off the sides of the hook...

Used

by sr71plt on Aug 17, 2017
Gay Male

Phil came into the sauna as I hoped he would. He came up to the top tier and sat below me where I was lying on my back, just a white towel around me, the leg toward the wall bent, foot flat on the wooden slats of the bench, with the other leg straight. He sat close enough to me that the roughness of his towel brushed the toes of my stretched foot. I had star...

Hello, Good-bye

by sr71plt on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

Herb went to Baltimore's Mount Vernon Stable and Saloon on North Charles Street several blocks up from the inner harbor fairly often for lunch. He didn't go there for the food, although it was good. He went there, first, because he didn't want to see any of his coworkers at Dunstan and Dunstan outside of the nearby office at Franklin and West Liberty and the...

I'll Show You After Work

by jakeonthebox on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

This story is totally made up. Please don't repost it without talking to me about it first. I work in an office where I am one of the younger guys there and I am definitely on the casual side as far as dressing goes. A lot of the guys have to go out on sales calls and therefore do the shirt/tie thing, but my job keeps me in the office and also involves car...

Double Penetrated

by bottomsatx on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

Author's note: This is a true story. I might have missed some of the details, but not many. I had met Ray online many years ago. He said he wasn't gay, but his wife had given up on sex entirely. However, he still wanted physical sex but didn't want to "cheat" on his wife with another woman. He definitely interested me, and he said he would meet me at a slea...

Spit Roasted in the Adult Book Store

by loosebttmslut on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

I always admired the way a girls ass looked in tight yoga pants so one day while I was grocery shopping I saw a pair for sale and decided that I would like to try wearing them. I bought a nice tight pair of black yoga pants and rushed home to try them on. I pulled them on and the felt so tight and sexy. I rushed to check them out in the mirror and my ass was...

Role Playing into Reality

by KeithD on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

I sat in a table as close to the shadows of the bar as I could and turned the business card over and over in my hands. What the fuck did I have to do with a lawyer named James Gleason? Or, rather, what did he have to do with me? Sitting in the shadows in this sort of bar proved not to be a good idea. Before Gleason showed up, I had to turn away—politely, I...