Hot erotic stories of men on men. Anonymous hook ups, bathroom encounters, first times to lovers.
Cocktales are a  variety of short and long homoerotic stories from professional and amateur writers, that are collected from the internet.

  • Anal Peep Show

    Anal Peep ShowWritten by wiley4377
    It started when I was 19 and for the next five years, I enjoyed anal intercourse with several men. Two men were regular visitors to my apartment over the garage of my parent's home. I measured Bill's cock at 11 inches long and 3 ½ inched wide. George was 10 inches and slightly thicker than Bill's.
    Both parents worked until eight or nine each night except weekends. Bill and George visited almost daily between four and six. I had a part time job on weekends.
    I liked the sex so much that I installed several large mirrors on the walls so I could enhance the experience.
    Here is my story.

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  • Bath-House Surprise

    Bath-House SurpriseWritten by BiFunRtb
    To start off, a little about me; I'm an athletic guy, just short of the 6ft mark, with an extremely naughty side. What transpires here is a true story, and happened in a popular bath house located in Johannesburg, South Africa.
    After years of slowly exploring my curiosities, I became ever more confident in accepting my own desires. This lead to my first gay encounter with a close friend, who was also curious, and after admitting his curiosity, we ended up taking each others "virginity", although I will recount that encounter in a future story.

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  • Top of the Morning

    Top of the MorningWritten by JasonClearwater
    I woke with Will's sweaty heat against my back, and lay listening to him breathe. He was still asleep, his hand resting against my side, his fingers twitching as he dreamed.
    Sunlight streamed through a gap in the curtains, cutting across us both. Nearly midday, I was guessing, although I didn't want to reach for my phone to check in case he woke. In case he left.
    He's going to leave eventually.
    Everything Lucy had said the night before came back to me like a punch to the stomach. That Will had engineered our breakup. That he was poison. And Will, the anger in his voice when he'd accused me of not being honest with myself about this being more than just two friends fucking. Both of them angry, both of them willing to cut me out of their lives because I didn't know how to deal with any of it.

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  • Teasing Another Neighbor

    Teasing Another NeighborWritten by stockingluvr
    I saw Paul a couple of days later while he was out mowing his lawn and I was just getting home from work. After our night of spectacular but short lived sex in the back yard, Paul seemed a little more talkative. He mentioned that he really enjoyed himself and that he wouldn't mind trying that again. I said that we'll have to try something different as the best part was the spontaneity and risk of getting caught.

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  • A New Town

    A New TownWritten by shyhand
    I've recently moved to a small town. Previously, I was living in London, just about making ends meet, but a new job application, 2 interviews later and I've found myself here, just shy of Swansea.
    I've been here 2 months now, and so far, it's even quieter than I could of possibly imagined, there's no gay bar in sight and the only form of gay community is a once a month hiking club, there's only 4 of them, 2 older gentlemen and 2 mid 40's women. I'm 30 in a few months time so I'm looking for something a little more exciting than walking. Thankfully, I've found the town's only gym, and this is where my story begins.

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  • Don’t Mess with a Missionary Man

    Don’t Mess with a Missionary ManWritten by mrwankles
    I live in a community where too many guys spend their Sunday mornings attending Sunday School and their summer evenings at Vacation Bible School instead of going hiking, going water-skiiing, smoking pot by a pool, or grabbing a beer together after work. I tried to mind my own business but when people like me wouldn't come to them, they would instead come to us. These suburban missionaries almost always dropped by during supper or while I was busy washing the car. Although I sometimes get a kick sparring over doctrine, verse, or church organization, most of the time I just quietly accepted their brochures and sent them along to the next house. But I decided about 6 weeks ago that should they ever return when I was home alone, I wouldn't be such a disinterested lost soul. I wanted to teach them an uncomfortable lesson that they wouldn't soon forget for wasting my and everyone's else free time.

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  • Hunted

    HuntedWritten by sr71plt
    The rented Jeep Wrangler sputtered and died as Ben was approaching the base of the Vallecito Mountains northeast of Durango, Colorado, and, with a muttered "Shit," he guided the vehicle over to the side of the road. There wasn't any secret why the old Wrangler had died. It was out of gas. Ben had rented the car for the summer from a used car dealer down in Durango as soon as he'd arrived here. It had taken a while to figure out that the gas gauge was misleading. He'd fought with that all summer. Today, he'd been coming down from his uncle's place in the mountains to fill the Wrangler up, but he'd made a wrong turn, spent an hour getting back onto a road he recognized, and the gas hadn't held out.

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  • Teasing the Neighbor

    Teasing the NeighborWritten by stockingluvr
    I have always been an exhibitionist.
    As far back as I can remember I have always hated wearing clothing and always enjoyed being naked. Once I got my own place I wouldn't hesitate to walk around the house constantly without a stitch of clothing. I realized that I found it quite thrilling that someone might catch me in this state of undress and take advantage of me, which only made me want to do it more.

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  • Team Players

    Team PlayersWritten by CamScorp
    Every off-season of high school baseball, the players got together after school and worked out in the weight room. Some workouts were intense, others were a waste of time. This was going to be my last year playing; the odds of moving on to play college ball were not very good for any of the five seniors on the team, except one, a pitcher. The previous year, a few players were able to get junior college scholarships, but this year seemed to be a down year for that.

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  • Make Me Believe

    Make Me BelieveWritten by LoveIsUniversal
    School ended on a low note, at least for Casey. The eighteen-year-old student expected to find a happy ending, but he never discovered it on campus. As soon as she said the wrong words, it hit him hard like a bolt of lightning. The positivity disappeared even as the final bell rang for the day. Everyone left the school, and very few students stayed behind for various reasons. As for Casey, however, he didn't feel like going home at a time like this.

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