Lahat ng Kabanata ng Tales Of A Gay Man (Final): Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

His eyes lingered on my finger as I withdrew it, meeting my eyes with another smile. “No.” He admitted, “I grew up in Illinois actually.” And he crossed his arms. “You’re a long ways from home.” I had to continuously crane my neck to meet his eyes above me, “What brought you down here?” “Work.” He said easily, “I manage a local firm.” I nodded, drawing my brows at the mysterious response. A local firm? That could literally mean anything. But I wasn’t going to pry, not when he just bought my lunch. Though it did raise the suspicion that he was older than he looked, I mean– I was still in college. And he was here for work. I looked behind me at an open metal table under the cover of an umbrella, “Wanna sit?” I asked him, needing to get out of the sun before my skin actually burned. All he did was nod as he followed me to the table, sitting across from me as our knees lightly grazed each other. And an awkwardness fell between us, a pause of words and emotion as we both sort of stare

I got changed into something comfortable, joining Mom in the living room to watch her reruns of General Hospital. “He’s still alive?” I questioned right as I sat down, pointing at the decrepit man who’s in every episode. She only scoffed and told me to hush, earning a subtle smile from me as I let the sofa engulf me. In a way, this show was kind of good. I mean– despite the filler scenes and obvious plot holes, my jaw dropped at least three times with the words coming out of their mouths. Another secret affair? Another murder? Another blackmail? Mom could only snicker at my reactions. Until eventually the episode ended and she sighed into her knees, “You got some color.” She noted, rocking in the single chair that used to be for Nonna. I nodded, “I know right.” I showed my arms, scanning them for visible differences; “I forgot how much I liked the beach.” “No beach in Nashville.” She said with brows raised to which I rolled my eyes. We both knew that, but anytime she could try and

“I don’t know about that.” I peered out to the moon lit water, dancing shadows of drunk lifeguards in the distance. But he grabbed my hand, pulled me to my feet as I stumbled into him– chuckling at myself for being a bit tipsy. And my eyes fell upon his body, and the shadows cut out by the flames of the fire. “Come on.” He whispered again, tugging at my hoodie– playfully insisting that I tear it off. I looked past him again, out at the screaming bodies that laughed and shrieked in that freezing water. “Okay fine.” I smiled at him, letting him help with pulling the hoodie over my head, letting his eyes land on my body too. I pulled down my pants the same time as him, stripping to our boxers before stepping out of them. He grabbed my hand in a jog, pulling me to the crashing waves, kicking sand in our wake until the ground beneath us ran cold and wet. And then freezing as water splashed onto us, as my own shrieks were heard in the air. We kept running, kept pushing through the frigid

I was 19, new to the ship. I was excited to be there. I was lucky because I got flown to the ship while it was out to sea. Part of the Cargo, you know. Navy life was crazy. We worked everyday. 12 hours a day. On Sunday we were allowed to sleep in an extra hour, but still work 12 hours. A LOT of the guys were hot all over the ship. Around 5,000 sailors. Mostly young men. They did try to warn of one thing. Our testosterone was going to go up. That meant there was going to be extra tension and aggression just from being around so many men in one place. It also meant a rise in our sexual arrousal. Nothing they said prepared me. Even in an all male division in boot camp didn't prepar me. I was so sexually thirsty. Everyone was. But privacy was hard to come by. In my ship there was this closet that shielded the air conditioner we needed. It was huge so often we would just go in there to rub one out and then come out. Even our ship leader AT1 would do it. But it was little risky cause it's

A few years ago when I was in the closet, I was scrolling through Grindr and got a message from a friend of mine. I told him it’s me and we both laughed. He said he and his boyfriend (let’s call them Mike and Will) were looking for another guy for a threesome. They were both looked very hot in the pictures. We decided to meet in the evening. I got to their place, we talked a bit, drank a beer, smoked some weed and got to business quite fast. Mike started making out with me while Will was taking off my clothes. A bit about myself - I’m 5/11, 200 lbs, muscular, visible abs, 7 inch dick, 5.5 girth. I felt Mikes dick through his jeans and it was obviously even bigger and thicker than mine. I took them off and saw a beautiful giant dick, uncut, hairy that smelled so good. We went to the bedroom, Mike and Will were lying on the bed naked making out. I was on all 4’s and started to blow Mike’s massive dick, forcing it down my throat all the way to his balls. Precum started to ooze from h