Gay Riding Stories

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by sr71plt on Aug 31, 2017
Gay Male

I was immediately suspicious. Leon was smiling today and talking nice. Just yesterday he'd popositioned me for the hundreth time and I'd turned him down for the hundreth and one times—I'd turned him down before he asked the first time—and then he'd gotten pissy and I'd given him lip back and he'd pulled back a lucrative assignment. A faded, and largely harml...

Death in the Rockies Ch. 02

by sr71plt on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

The Ranchero was a bull-riding bar, complete with sawdust and peanut shells on the floor and a twangy country and western voice singing a "girl done gone up and left me" song assaulted a raucous crowd of men from the rafters. The basement club was set smack dab in the middle of Manhattan, but you'd never know it was there—unless you were a gay male, cruised,...

Brambleton Ch. 06: Bye Ravensworth

by sr71plt on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

Matt didn't return to Ravensworth until the next morning. Judge Atherton had asked him to spend at least the night after Matt had demurred on a more permanent residency. "I'll pay you $500 to sleep in my bed tonight and receive my cock," Atherton had said. "I think that would be an insult to your prowess," Matt answered. "If you want me under you tonight,...

How I Found Love in Prison Ch. 05

by secretw87 on Oct 8, 2018
Gay Male

Days had passed since I fell into a drunken state of love with Jake. I slowly began to sober up. Gosh, I can't believe I was so reckless and childlike in the way we fell in love. I was hooked on this beastly man within less than a week, madly in love and in a state of lustful debauchery for days. He's been inside me over a dozen times before I even asked his...

Eight Seconds

by KeithD on Feb 6, 2018
Gay Male

"Stop that," Cal said with a groan, "You're gonna make me come." "That's the idea," Vince said, lifting his mouth off Cal's cock, his fingers still wrapped around the root of the shaft. They were an hour north of Denver on I-25, outside of Fort Collins, making about as good time as Cal's old rattling F150 pickup could do. Vince had been playing with Cal's e...

Bicyclist Champion Lingerie Secrets

by Alluring_Crimson_Shifter on Jan 16, 2019
Gay Male

Eric was riding very fast hoping no one would notice what he was wearing for a racing jersey. His jersey though colorful, was actually lingerie so light it breathed well and was virtually transparent. He did not plan on stopping so nobody could see he was practically naked. At least while he was in the riding position you could not see his cock and balls. He...

From the Fields

by KeithD on Oct 6, 2020
Gay Male

Riding the backroads between Butterworth on the Malay peninsula, across the water from the island of Penang, and the plantation manor at Taman Binjai on Mountjoy, with Sebastian on the lead behind me, I glimpsed a disturbance off in a cinnamon tree field at the side of the pathway. An undulating furry pelt peeked out incongruously from between the cinnamon t...

All That Glitters

by sr71plt on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

I was bent over on my belly on the conference table and the hunky blond attorney was riding me hard from behind. I still had on my tie; my shirt, unbuttoned; and my shoes and socks clipped to supporters wound just below my knees. But otherwise I was naked. He started a maddening rotation of his cock inside me, and I was giving little urping sounds. To let th...

A Motel along the Road

by mkh78 on Apr 14, 2020
Gay Male

This story is a work of fiction. Both characters are over 18. Please enjoy. *** I never had done this before. I never had put such fantasies of this type, so erotic and explicit, on any dating site. As a bi male, I thought no one will go for it. Perhaps I was naive but if I had not tried, I never would have experienced such a sexual encounter. Further more...

Totem Pole

by sr71plt on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

Riverbend Equestrian Park was a pretty fancy name for a pretty fancy place. It was located just west of Lexington, Kentucky, in rolling green-pastured hills sectioned off with gleaming-white fences and was a "have-it-all" sort of enterprise when it came to horses, or nearly it all. Colonel Jameson, the man who lived in the white-brick antebellum house in t...