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Gay Stories
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Gay Male / 21
I realized I am gay when I was about 7 years old. The first time I saw another boy naked I wanted him badly. He was ten years old and was hot looking. He was a surfer dude with long blond hair like me only wasn't really a surfer, I just sort of looked like one. My family had visited a nude beach for the first time ever. I was a little nervous taking my clothes off in front of other people. I had just a couple of years earlier started to become self conscious with my body. But then strolling with my parents down the beach naked seeing all the naked people got me a bit more relaxed then excited by being naked in front of thousands of people. Then I saw that boy and right then I knew I only wanted boys. I looked at girls and could not imagine ever having a girlfriend but I saw him and just knew I wanted boys and only boys.
We continued to visit the same nude beach fairly regularly and after a few more visits I saw that same surfer boy with his surf board out on the water. I wanted to stay and watch and since my parent's blanket was near I just went to the water and watched. I was a bit shy but he made up for that by approaching me and then asked if I wanted to learn to surf. He taught me the basics and I can still surf a little but I never got good at it. He and I became friends because both our families kept returning to the same beach repeatedly.
Sean and I had our first sleep over a year later. He was eleven and I was eight and we slept naked in the same bed together and one thing led to another and he was teaching me how to French kiss. That was followed by mutual hand jobs and finally blow jobs. I liked getting my dick sucked but I absolutely adored choking on his massive cock. Now he was 11 and that meant his dick wasn't really massive but to an 8 year old boy, it was. I fell in love with the taste of his sperm and gazing into his dreamy eyes while he rubbed his cock against my ass hole. When I was 9 and he was 12 he fucked my ass for the first time. I actually came from being fucked in the ass.
Sean and I continued our gay relationship another three years until my dad got a job in New England where there are no nude beaches. I was devastated.
Then I met Michael. Mike was a much older guy. I was 15 and he was 50. Mike owned an art gallery and I was a blossoming artist. He called me his little twinky dink. He meant it as a term of endearment and it really was but a lot of guys would be insulted because it meant I looked like a little boy and I had a tiny penis which I still do. I'm hung like a toddler and he is hung like a horse. I still have long blond hair but by 15 my hair was down to my ass and despite being 15 I really looked like twelve. I wasn't even five feet yet and weighed just under 90 lbs. Mike was a judge at an art show I entered that summer and when he went to present the award I won, best sea scape, I almost came in my pants. Later he invited me to his gallery where he offered to sell my work. That developed into a relationship. The first time his horse cock pumped it's way up my ass I thought I was getting fucked by a telephone pole. Just thinking about that massive cock up my ass made me so fucking horny. He came up my ass which made me cum hard. I have never made up my mind which I liked more, choking on his horse cock or being impaled on it. I am so in love with his cock. I have now been with Mike for six years and he is the best fuck ever and I don't care that he is so much older than me. The sex is best. I don' feel like I am complete when his cock isn't deep inside me filling me with his sperm. Mike asked me to marry him and I said yes twenty times before he got half way through the question. He presented me with a gorgeous one carrot engagement ring which I proudly showed off to my parents who by the way knew I was gay years before I officially came out to them. My dad has become the cliché father of the bride offering to pay for a big wedding. He is going to walk me down the aisle as though I was a bride. I am going to wear a pink and white tux trimmed in pink and white lace. Mom is going to put my hair in a French braid and tie it with white lace. I almost wish I was wearing a wedding gown but that would be going too far. Mike is going to be wearing a black leather tux. We are going to have our honeymoon at Provincetown next summer during carnival week. He is my lord and master and I am his little sissy twinky dink bitch and I am so fuckin in love with him.
We continued to visit the same nude beach fairly regularly and after a few more visits I saw that same surfer boy with his surf board out on the water. I wanted to stay and watch and since my parent's blanket was near I just went to the water and watched. I was a bit shy but he made up for that by approaching me and then asked if I wanted to learn to surf. He taught me the basics and I can still surf a little but I never got good at it. He and I became friends because both our families kept returning to the same beach repeatedly.
Sean and I had our first sleep over a year later. He was eleven and I was eight and we slept naked in the same bed together and one thing led to another and he was teaching me how to French kiss. That was followed by mutual hand jobs and finally blow jobs. I liked getting my dick sucked but I absolutely adored choking on his massive cock. Now he was 11 and that meant his dick wasn't really massive but to an 8 year old boy, it was. I fell in love with the taste of his sperm and gazing into his dreamy eyes while he rubbed his cock against my ass hole. When I was 9 and he was 12 he fucked my ass for the first time. I actually came from being fucked in the ass.
Sean and I continued our gay relationship another three years until my dad got a job in New England where there are no nude beaches. I was devastated.
Then I met Michael. Mike was a much older guy. I was 15 and he was 50. Mike owned an art gallery and I was a blossoming artist. He called me his little twinky dink. He meant it as a term of endearment and it really was but a lot of guys would be insulted because it meant I looked like a little boy and I had a tiny penis which I still do. I'm hung like a toddler and he is hung like a horse. I still have long blond hair but by 15 my hair was down to my ass and despite being 15 I really looked like twelve. I wasn't even five feet yet and weighed just under 90 lbs. Mike was a judge at an art show I entered that summer and when he went to present the award I won, best sea scape, I almost came in my pants. Later he invited me to his gallery where he offered to sell my work. That developed into a relationship. The first time his horse cock pumped it's way up my ass I thought I was getting fucked by a telephone pole. Just thinking about that massive cock up my ass made me so fucking horny. He came up my ass which made me cum hard. I have never made up my mind which I liked more, choking on his horse cock or being impaled on it. I am so in love with his cock. I have now been with Mike for six years and he is the best fuck ever and I don't care that he is so much older than me. The sex is best. I don' feel like I am complete when his cock isn't deep inside me filling me with his sperm. Mike asked me to marry him and I said yes twenty times before he got half way through the question. He presented me with a gorgeous one carrot engagement ring which I proudly showed off to my parents who by the way knew I was gay years before I officially came out to them. My dad has become the cliché father of the bride offering to pay for a big wedding. He is going to walk me down the aisle as though I was a bride. I am going to wear a pink and white tux trimmed in pink and white lace. Mom is going to put my hair in a French braid and tie it with white lace. I almost wish I was wearing a wedding gown but that would be going too far. Mike is going to be wearing a black leather tux. We are going to have our honeymoon at Provincetown next summer during carnival week. He is my lord and master and I am his little sissy twinky dink bitch and I am so fuckin in love with him.
