Gay male Stories

A couple weeks after our beach trip, Bo started bitching and moaning about going out of town again. He loved the feeling of being anonymous. He could be more himself, more effeminate, more the way he is when we’re alone without worrying about the wrong people seeing him. At the beach, we were on our own in a foreign landscape, and that made all the difference. I had started working on my dad about letting us go camping al...

I showed up at Gabe's place just after midnight. His stare was contemptuous as it swept over me. "I need to see you," I said. He wore only a pair of boxer briefs, revealing plenty of bare skin, and I made no attempt to hide my desire. When he opened the door wider, I entered his studio apartment. His bed consisted of a mattress on the floor, the covers piled in a heap. "Owen." My name was sharp on Gabe's tongue. Turning t...