Hot Gay Short Stories

I flew in with my parents to a small island that we had gone to several years as our summer getaway. Being twenty years old I wanted to take my vacations on my own but once again my dad pleaded for me to come so we could get some snorkeling and sailing together. On the second night there I told my parents that I wanted to hit a few clubs and that I would be in late. I headed to the small strip of clubs and was searching for something that I knew that I would not find, a gay bar. I was not out of the closet and have had very few male encounters, my heart raced at the thought of even looking for hot gay sex. It was just after eleven pm as I walked into the first place, it was a bust with a few locals and a couple sitting at a table eating. I walked into the next club and I am using that very loosely, a few guys at tables and three couples dancing to recorded music. I sat at the bar and ordered a beer. “What is wrong my young friend? You look like your best friend ran off with yo...

I am a slight guy, hardly 135 pounds, and short dark hair with pale white skin. My name is Darius, I found myself needing to hitchhike to the next town that was 45 miles away, this was not something I would usually do but had no ride to get home from a party after my friends left early and had gone to a concert, leaving me to fend for myself to get home. It was almost 10 pm as I walked down a long and very dark road, no cars had passed in more than 20 minutes as it was a remote country road. My feet were hurting as I saw headlights coming from behind me, I put my thumb out and turned to see a car slowing and then the red and blue lights came on atop the car, shit, this can’t be good. I thought. The sheriff got out of his car and walked over to me. “Where are you headed and what is your name?” He asked. “Home, and my name is Darius Camp.” I replied. “I live in Dodgeville.” “I am going to pat you down; you have any guns, knives or drugs on you?” He asked as he shined his flashli...