Gay Long Hair Stories

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Long Hair & Lace Panties

by Obzezzion on Sep 1, 2017
Gay Male

The name's Michael. I'm an Irish boy from nowhere in particular, and the bright-red ponytail I wear is more than enough proof of that. I dress well enough when I need to; my work wardrobe usually consists of black wingtips, tight-fitting black slacks that are a little loose around the knees to allow for bending, and a dark solid button-down. I'm a relatively...

The Train

by long_haired_lad on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

I board a train, going somewhere. The destination is unimportant, but I know there's going to be a long time between stops. It's an old fashioned train, with those first class compartments where you can shut the door and lower the blinds. I enter one on my own, and as the train seems pretty empty, I close the door, lower the blinds and pull a book from my ba...

It's All about the Love of Long Hair

by gtanya on Nov 21, 2017
Gay Male

Author's note: I am a very new and amateur writer and this is a very slow story. I would request everyone to read it with patience and comment on how you found it. It will help me with my future stories. ***** I am a small town boy from India with a petite figure, long hair till my mid back which I usually keep in a bun, with very little body hair and an e...

It's All about the Love of Long Hair Ch. 02

by gtanya on May 12, 2020
Gay Male

Author's Note: This is a continuation of the story "It's All about the Love of Long Hair". Please read it before starting this one. Please keep in mind that this is a very slow story and it involves my fantasies and has nothing to do with real life. Your comments are always appreciated and it helps me a lot. *** I was driven to a luxurious building by a ch...

Through Man a Mighty River Flows

by Araddion on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

Hair: black, long, straight as the trajectory of sinking moon on a hot summer night. Face: young, narrow eyes, stubbled, tanned by the sun of unwholesome lusts. Chest: narrow, hard, graven like pale stone. Jeans: faded, ripped, packed full where it matters. The smoke swirls and he looms in the door like a bone in the soup of desire. Behind him the night is...

Like the Old Days at the Barber's

by timmywells on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

In the very early 1970's long hair was in for guys, and in an effort to fit in with the rest of the guys I let my hair grow as well although it was not nearly as long as many of my peers. Even my barely shoulder length dirty blonde hair was too long for my Mom, who in an effort to make up for the father who was no longer around was doing her best to wear bo...

Becoming Bi Ch. 01

by loves69forall on Aug 31, 2017
Gay Male

After a long day at work I'm anxious to get home, the drive is long, an hour and ten minutes when the road is good. Today it's snowing and the roads are slippery so it'll be an hour and a half. But it's ok I like driving. It releases the pressure from work. But minutes after I've left I have to pee. Well it'll have to wait till I get home I don't want to st...

Thor's Training Ch. 01: Admit It

by bigsubject on Jun 5, 2018
Gay Male

I'm tall, and used to wear long hair down my back in a big braid. I lived at the gym. My friends called me Thor. I have a nice big, fat cock and know how to use it. I would fuck any hot boy that walked. They often ended up calling me 'sir', even though all the master/slave stuff didn't interest me. We all get older. We can't work out all the time. The golde...

Glory Hole

by JRob on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

God I hate weirdos. Long-haired weirdos, fast-talking weirdos, salesperson weirdos, gay weirdos. I hate weirdos. I know, I know, to each his own. But I like good old fashioned values. Mom, apple pie, Old Glory and, as we used to say in the Army, the girl you left behind. Well, I have to admit, in the spirit of full disclosure, that I have a few vices. T...

The Good Old Boy Ch. 03

by carsonshepherd on Sep 25, 2017
Gay Male

Sometimes it's been so long since you've felt good, you can't even remember what it was like. I didn't know when I started feeling this bad, but it must've happened a long time ago, when I wasn't paying attention, mired deep in a bad relationship in a city seven hours away from my small-town home. I didn't even know how miserable I'd actually been until this...