Gay Nude Hiking Stories

1,000 results
Orientation
Length
Source
Infinite Scroll
SmutMD: The World's Biggest Erotic Literature Search Engine.
© 2026 SmutMD.com

Six Hours in Singapore

by willemm on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

This is the state I was in anyway, when I had to get on the plane to come home, not feeling too sad to be doing so, remembering all of this, the whole trip, but those moments of nakedness and sex, at the beach, in the house, the three of us naked and aroused, going to bed together, too tired to sleep, tangled up in each other, laying, sitting, rolling over,...

The Boat

by colej on Aug 17, 2017
Gay Male

"OK, so tell me what exactly goes on the monthly boat rides?" "Gay sex. Only married guys go. All have had a gay experience in their past and had enjoyed it. Several were gay when they married. Some of the guys have always been bisexual. One guy joined us because he loves getting blowjobs and his wife will not even kiss his cock. He does play with other's...

The Lost Pup

by bigredpup on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

The Cowboy Friday morning Yawn!!... stretch. Slowly I crawl out of the tent. It's a peaceful morning. The sunrise is beautiful from up here. Wearing only my studded leather collar, the warmth of the morning summer sun licks and caresses my nude body. I sure was a lucky pup to get this spot on the ledge, overlooking the valley below( oh yeah. Did I mention...

Teasing Another Neighbor

by stockingluvr on Oct 15, 2017
Gay Male

I saw Paul a couple of days later while he was out mowing his lawn and I was just getting home from work. After our night of spectacular but short lived sex in the back yard, Paul seemed a little more talkative. He mentioned that he really enjoyed himself and that he wouldn't mind trying that again. I said that we'll have to try something different as the be...

Taken Hiking

by sr71plt on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

Noah Young was an angel. With a flawlessly handsome face, a beatific, innocent smile and blond curls haloing his head, and a perfectly formed, somewhat diminutive body, he was frequently described as angelic. The high tenor voice he graced the Shenandoah Conservatory's Chamber Choir with—not frequently risen to in one's freshman year at Shenandoah University...

Hiking Buddy Pt. 02

by RalphyNJ on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

Part Two – Conclusion Note to my readers: The response to Part One was very gratifying. Thank you to everyone who took the time and trouble to write. Here is Part Two, which had been complete but then what began as minor polishing became a major revision, delaying its submission. I hope you enjoy it as much as you did Part One. Chapter 7 - First Evening T...

The Beach

by lisandman on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

The beach was nearly deserted on this early October morning. I hiked about 15 miles on the beach and occasionally walked among the dunes. As the morning became afternoon, the sun became unseasonably warm. I sat down in warm sand and set my pack down with sweat pouring off me. I removed my now soggy tee shirt and felt the sun on my back. There was a nice tid...

Desert Prize For Tribesmen

by svensyn on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

Looking toward another long, uneventful weekend in this Middle Eastern country, I decided to spend several hours in the desert tranquility. Hiking and catching up on some reading seemed the perfect answer to pass the time of day. Because it was never wise to venture into the desert by oneself, one of the Filipino workers volunteered to accompany me. Pulling...

My Best Friend

by matt_1972 on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

Ian and I had been classmates since we were in kindergarten. Ian had always been a great friend of mine and now that we were both 18 and about to enter different colleges, we were spending as much time as we could together. It was summer time and Ian lived about a 40 minute drive from my house, so on some occasions, I would end up sleeping over. That summe...

Cock-Sucker: Lost In France

by tristantrotsky on Aug 31, 2017
Gay Male

Afternoon – four-nineteen pm, and it's tar-melting sultry-hot. Hitch-hiking down through France, the Loire valley, medieval hill-top towns, and beyond. My nineteenth summer, in distressed jeans, faded T-shirt and backpack, dark shoulder-length hair and shades, as much for cool as the bullying solar glare. After a chain of short-term and unsatisfactory thumb-...