Gay Turkey Stories

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Mini Bar to the Rescue

by Mr Story Teller on Sep 1, 2017
Gay Male

International business trip gets an exciting finish This event happened only last week and whilst it's very fresh in my mind I thought I'd put it down for you all to enjoy. So there we were my boss and I away from home for 5 days in Greece and not a sniff of any sexy ladies anywhere, I was getting hornier by the day and those urges I get from time to time...

A Very Special Thanksgiving

by Story guy on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

"Jake, Jake! Wake up Jake. Jake!" My eyes opened and I groggily realized that my surgery was over and that I was in recovery. The nurse then told me as much, and asked me if I felt any pain. I could not respond, because my jaw was immobile. She handed me a pad and I wrote, "The fear of gagging is worse than the pain." She showed me how to use the suction de...

The Cocky Coxswain Pt. 01

by somebody123 on Mar 31, 2020
Gay Male

All through high school, I'd been obsessed with rowing. It was my primary mode of exercise and the sport that I watched religiously. There was just one problem—I wasn't tall enough or strong enough to be much of a rower myself. At 5'5" and 130 pounds, I never grew into the man and rower that I hoped to be. Instead, I'd been relegated to the role of coxswain:...

Hello, Good-bye

by sr71plt on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

Herb went to Baltimore's Mount Vernon Stable and Saloon on North Charles Street several blocks up from the inner harbor fairly often for lunch. He didn't go there for the food, although it was good. He went there, first, because he didn't want to see any of his coworkers at Dunstan and Dunstan outside of the nearby office at Franklin and West Liberty and the...

A Stop in the Desert

by JJEroticas on Dec 25, 2019
Gay Male

Chris wanted out of the Nevada desert. The dust piping his sinuses heightened anxiety. His old 99' Buick rolled its last leg—just making it to Rick's Auto on the intersection of nothing. There was an attached gas station that had not spilled gas in a decade. He pulled up near an open garage with breaks squealing. He rubbed and flipped open his worn leather w...

One More Time Ch. 05

by JKendallDane on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

8===> Turkey day comes with a big bomb Mom and grams had gone the extra mile with Thanksgiving dinner. Between the butter-glazed, Godzilla-sized turkey jammed with homemade stuffing; more side dishes than you find at a good church social; and four different pies for dessert; we were all destined to be pigging out all day. Derek had shown up just before noon...

Another First Time Ch. 06

by sr71plt on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

The embarking passengers were picking up the Novorossiysk in Sochi, and Trent paused at the bottom of the gangplank to run his eyes across the line of ship's officers standing in a row to welcome those joining the ship in that recent Olympic venue. The Novorossiysk was a supply freighter that constantly circled the Black Sea. Its ongoing sail from here was a...

Backstage Romance Ch. 08

by ikhneumon on Sep 13, 2017
Gay Male

* Jeff * Mom was all packed and ready to go when I arrived at her sprawling ranch house on the outskirts of town. I greeted her with a kiss on the cheek. "Where are your things?" I asked. "Already waiting in the Explorer. Come on, let's get your stuff loaded," she answered. "I thought I was driving..." "You? Behind the wheel in the snow? In a sports car?...

Brody's Christmas Package

by DavidMcAllister on Aug 30, 2017
Gay Male

Chestnut Falls 1952 It was a beautiful, frosty Christmas Eve as Mark Matheson stood at the bathroom mirror, neatly combing his hair. Always the early bird, he had already dressed and readied himself for the Christmas Eve church service while the rest of the Matheson's scurried around with their last minute holiday preparations. From the kitchen, Mrs. Mathe...

Behind the Blinds

by timmywells on Sep 1, 2017
Gay Male

The blazing sun was relentless even though it wasn't quite noon, and as Curt Randall took off his cap to wipe the sweat off of his brow it was like he could hear the rays sizzling on his damp crew cut. Without the cap his skull would be as deeply reddish brown as much of his upper torso was. The shirt he was wearing, or rather the tattered remains of what o...