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Gay Beach, Part 1

by Hank The Hunk


Gay Beach It was the sexiest thing I ever saw in all my 19 years---two guys together strolling naked along the water's edge on a private beach. It was sexiest sight and the biggest turn-on. The look on my face alone confirmed what everyone there with me had only suspected---that I was gay. That and a huge bulge in my Speedo's. It was my uncle Steve who came to my aid. "Go upstairs and take a breather," he whispered. I hid in my bedroom until Steve came for me. "If you're going to get a boner, you'd better wear more than those Speedo's," he said. I turned my back to him, shoved down my Speedo's, and went toward the bathroom to shower. He was out of his trunks and right behind me. In the shower, he turned me around to face him, asked for a smile, and then took me into his arms. When his strong hands found my buns and squeezed them, I knew why he asked me to spend the day with him there at his beach house---to get me to reveal my sexuality. He said as much as we stood there hugging. And then he asked if it would bother me if he made love to me. "Made love," he said. That sounded so nice. I don't know if I would have agreed if he had asked to fuck me. "It was nothing personal," said the first guy who did that, and then he left me alone to think about being alone and lonely. I didn't need any more guys like that one. But I seemed to end up with guys like that one. Guys who had no more to say to me once the thrill was gone. In retrospect, I don't know how I could have expected more from them than what I got, but I did. In retrospect, I don't know how I could have expected more from Steve than what I got, but I did. "Hey, have you seen the beach house I leased?" he asked me at the last family get together. "You've got to see it!" But all I saw most of our time together there was the pillow I held onto while he "made love" to me. Back at school, a girl told almost the same story. She had spent a day at the beach with her boyfriend. "He said good looking girls are viewed only as sex objects," she said. "So, how is it being a good looking guy?" It ain't so hot.

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4 Gay Erotic Stories from Hank The Hunk

Gay Beach, Part 1

Gay Beach It was the sexiest thing I ever saw in all my 19 years---two guys together strolling naked along the water's edge on a private beach. It was sexiest sight and the biggest turn-on. The look on my face alone confirmed what everyone there with me had only suspected---that I was gay. That and a huge bulge in my Speedo's. It was my uncle Steve who came to my

Gay Beach, Part 2

Every gay guy wanted a 19-year-old because of his youth. Much of the time I went after young guys. Then I took another look at the older guy I left behind---Steve. He didn't seem to mind an enthusiastic klutz like me. He never laughed at me when I looked silly. I was always afraid of looking silly, always worried about how I'd look in my partner's eyes if I wasn't perfect as a

Gay Beach, Part 3

A car pulled into Steve's driveway one morning and didn't back out. Steve left our bed to peek out though the window curtains. "Oh, Shit! It's my boss! If she finds you here . . ." He was in jeans and T-shirt before the woman rang the doorbell, but he came flying back after his shoes. "You want me to hide?" I asked him. "No, stay here! Don't move!" Back to the

Gay Beach, Part 4

For awhile there, Steve wondered if he lacked whatever it took to keep my attention focused on him. "Hey, what gives?" he asked me. "Is our relationship suddenly boring?" "No," I replied, surprised by the question. "Then show a little interest, will you, please?" "Oh, you're jealous, aren't you?" I asked, taking him into my arms. But a hug didn't satisfy him.

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