Gay Swim Stories

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Gay Pride, Bumper Sticker Surprise Pt. 01

by bogey4u on Jun 26, 2018
Gay Male

A few weeks back I was working on my yard and I met a nice young man from the neighborhood. He noticed me trying to start the lawn mower and stopped to give me a hand. As we introduced ourselves, he gave me a nice firm handshake and a warm smile. His name was Jacob, he was a big strong guy and a senior at our local High School. He lived just a few streets o...

Introductions Ch. 02

by skinnysailor on Jul 10, 2019
Gay Male

Sheri opens her apartment door. My heart almost stops. My God My little honey looks delicious. From his/her woven bamboo open toe platform shoes and pink toe nails, to her robin's egg blue mini skirt, to her white silk bare midriff blouse with the frill down the front, to her subtle makeup and pink lip gloss, to the powder blue scrunchie holding her blond ha...

My Sister's Fiance

by speedodave on May 15, 2019
Gay Male

Let me start this off by saying that I am not gay. I have never had a gay experience until, this happened. It will never happen again and I am getting married next weekend. I'm putting this experience down in writing because out wedding counselor from the church suggested that if I write this down I can use it for strength if I am ever tempted again. My n...

Random Jerk Off Session

by speedodave on Dec 24, 2017
Gay Male

I feel like I should share with you guys what I got up to yesterday afternoon... It was around lunch time, I was just working away and I received an email from a long time member of one of my sites, who was staying at the fanciest hotel in Terrigal as he is in town on business (he lives in Melbourne). He had finished his work requirements, had ducked down t...

Memories Of Darryl

by AClassicBasic on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

The extended school holidays continued, the weekend of week four of the usual seven week break. With the Christmas celebrations over and enjoyed, the exceptional summer heat was becoming very intense. The tradition of our tight circle of friends was to cool off, regularly swimming in the Yarra River. The area was well visited by us all, choosing to swim in t...

I Was Just Hitch Hiking

by Iwudluvtoo on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

My first experience happened right after I had graduated from high school in the late seventies. I lived in Huntington Beach and the summer after I graduated I would hitch hike to the beach and spend the day body surfing, sun bathing and looking at all of the hot girls. At the end of this particular day I was hitch hiking a ride home. This blond hair tan sur...

The Matthews' Diaries

by rob_fulter on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

The bell rang to go to first period as soon as I walked on to campus it was the first day of the second grading period and I was not feeling it today. The night before I was at a party my ass off, I was trying to get one of the hot closeted guys to fool around and experiment but I guess they caught on and didn't fall for it. By the time I dragged myself into...

The Master Swim Team Ch. 10

by cubscou88 on Jan 22, 2020
Gay Male

This is a fictional story about a young adult who joins a Master's Swim team full of older men. *** CHAPTER X - THE MASTER SWIM MEET The official raised his gun into the air. "On your mark," he shouted. Dennis shook his head, removing any stray thoughts from his mind and turning his focus solely to the task at hand. "Get set," the official's voice rang ou...

Billy Ray

by Ford2020 on Aug 31, 2017
Gay Male

The first story I submitted to Literotica only drew comments from about 5% of readers; therefore, I am requesting that if you do read this story, please consider leaving a comment, no matter how brief. I only began writing fiction again about six years ago and can use all the constructive criticism I can get. Thanks, the author Colby kept shuttling bac...

One Summer at Stevens Point Ch. 01

by Ken Nitsua on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

K. Nitsua. Revised version copyright 2006 by the author. The persistent beeping of an alarm threads its way into my consciousness. Slowly, reluctantly, I open my eyes to an unfamiliar light and unfamiliar surroundings. Where am I? In a moment my brain orients itself. The small travel clock on the dresser, which I only use here, reads six-thirty a.m. Despit...