Gay Smegma Stories

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The Woodsman: A 13th Century Tale

by canaigle on May 15, 2019
Gay Male

A 13th Century Tale from the Middle Ages. The story is about a man named Delbert, a woodsman by trade who lived on the edge of the forest in a humble cottage. At the age of 35 he still was not married and had no intentions of ever doing so valuing his independence and freedom. Delbert was a man's man, a loner who was happy cutting wood in the forest which...

Sniffing Mike Ch. 02

by Shale on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

(continued from Sniffing Mike's Briefs) Mike and I are roommates, sharing this inexpensive two-bedroom house in this college town. He goes to school and I go to work. We cut the expenses down the middle and manage not to get in each other's way. We don't share much except the rent. Mike doesn't have a clue that I secretly enjoy sniffing his dirty laundry,...

Private Duty

by Shale on Sep 1, 2017
Gay Male

Tyronne was an athletically built young black man, about 22 years old. He was a university student who also worked as a tree trimmer. That's how we met. No, not in a tree but in a hospital. It seems Tyronne fell out of a tree head first and managed to land on his arms. Now he was stuck in bed with both arms strung-up in casts from his shoulders to his finge...

Enticing Scent

by Shale on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

I pass you in the store and you go unnoticed, blending with the other shoppers and carts. Unexceptional to look at, a part of the scenery in the grocery aisle. Casually dressed in faded jeans, T-shirt and sandals, hair amiss, a days growth of beard, I pass you and you go unnoticed. Until you have gone, leaving the trail of your essence wafting on the subtl...

Adoring a Heavy Guy

by zebrono on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

Bob was about 45 years old when Irma had left him. Now 55, Bob felt he had been a good husband: He had no secret life, and never cheated on Irma with another woman. Nevertheless, Bob had made the supreme mistake of sharing the truth of his secret desires with Irma: He told her how he was aroused by her body, but yes, also by men's bodies as well. Bob told he...

Italian Cops and the Gypsy Prince

by XTALES on Jan 16, 2019
Gay Male

(Gay, Twinks/Males, Submission/Domination, Fetish, Interracial) All characters are 18+ Years Old. This story contains sex between two Gypsy teenagers and two Cops. The teenagers dominates the Cops. There is also some mild fetish (The two Gypsies have a poor personal hygiene, so you do the maths), nothing too heavy though. But if you are squeamish and don't...

Relieving after a Field Trip

by NicoDeviante on Oct 6, 2020
Gay Male

John was back from a field trip for his PhD thesis. It had been academically very productive, but also all work and no play, ten weeks without sex, John was desperate for cock. He had a debriefing with his thesis advisor and after that he went home and prepared thoroughly for sex, he wanted to be very clean and very sexy. The place to get all the sex he ne...

The Move

by Shale on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

It was going to be just a hot, sweaty day of work. Jose, a coworker of mine was moving from his condo to a suburban house with a lawn, plants, and too many rooms to decorate. He asked me to do grunt work for him with the furniture. He and Mario were finally moving in together after years of dating. Mario had to work this weekend, so Jose, me, Janice and Car...

A Pervert's Memory of Being 18

by Pons4035 on Sep 21, 2020
Gay Male

We moved my senior year in High School; my dad following the Great American dream! Through my high school years I had been the local faggot whore who serviced everyone in the little town I lived in, so when I turned 18 in my new home, over a thousand miles from my old home and reputation, I boarded a bus and went downtown to where there were several adult th...

Leather Messiah

by Araddion on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

Note: This story has been previously published on the Nifty Archives. * * * * * To bow. To worship. To breed. These are the notes of his symphony, his soul's hunger. His eyes dart from body to body, evaluating, finding nothing of either sustenance or substance. In his emptiness, I sense his desperation for my religion. He seeks a fane with an altar of...