Gay Erotic Short Stories

by N.D. Clark

Gay Erotic Short Stories - N.D. Clark
Editions:Kindle - First: $ 3.99 USD
Pages: 289
Paperback - First Edition: $ 11.99 USD
ISBN: 1729350607
Pages: 289

Of Brothers and Tormentors: A gay erotic short story set against the backdrop of an all-male boarding school in 1950s Norfolk, VA.

The Limping Spirits Meetinghouse: After a tough weekend of National Guard drills, a gay soldier takes his two straight Army buddies to Palms Springs for wild weekend of fun.

Five Studs Wild: Five young cowboys turn a camping trip into an unbridled night of sensual celebration and self-discovery.

Troop Train: Michael Gunderson’s most ribald fantasies become reality when the young porter meets a hedonistic sailor with a fierce hunger in his heart.

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Publisher: Independently Published
Pairings: M-M, M-M-M, 4+ or Other
Heat Level: 5
Romantic Content: 1
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 18-25
Protagonist 2 Age: 18-25
Protagonist 3 Age: 18-25
Tropes: Coming of Age, Coming Out / Closeted, First Time, In Uniform, Passing as Straight
Word Count: 55000
Setting: USA
Languages Available: English

Excerpt from Of Brothers and Tormentors:

If he dare move a muscle, Edward knew they would have him. He’d never successfully outrun them. And so there he sat, frozen to the spot. In that creepy singsong fashion, the three called out his name once again. Rocking back and forth, he contemplated ducking behind the school’s Halloween display, consisting of ghosts and bats suspended with fishing line from the lowest limbs of the Maple tree. A gaunt scarecrow, dressed in tattered overalls, was attached to a post behind stacked bales of hay that had been arranged in steps of three. Straw Man was kept company by a dozen jack-o’-lanterns, four placed close together on each step. They glared at him from behind soulless, demonic eyes, wearing sadistic expressions of doom.


With time running out, Edward was forced to act. He jammed the binder into his backpack, sprang from the bench, and darted behind the bales of dusty hay. It took a deliberate and concentrated effort to remain calm. Cautiously, he lifted his head to peek between the carved pumpkins. His enemies were closing. It seemed they also had an aversion to working on the carnival project; after all, stalking him was apparently their full-time occupation. But something else caught his eye that was even more terrifying. His pulse quickened, breath visible in the crisp autumn air. In the rush to hide from them, he’d left something behind on the bench. The library book he’d been reading on the subject of rocket science. A dead giveaway. All they need do was read his name on the manila card tucked away in the little pocket affixed to the inside of the book’s cover, and they’d know for sure he was nearby. There were times, this exact moment being one of them, when Edward wished he was the enormous Maple tree. Strong. Tall. Indomitable.

Excerpt from The Limping Spirits Meetinghouse:

David Cox is a young gay man who comes from a family of modest means. He scrounges a living from serving one weekend a month in the Army National Guard and working odd jobs in the small California town where he grew up. Feeling the need for independence, David leaves his parent’s home to live with Joe and Billy, two fellow Guardsmen he’s been friends with since childhood and for whom he’s developed an intense crush. Attempting to leave all their troubles behind, the trio set off for a weekend of fun in Palm Springs, where Joe and Billy drink themselves blind and hit on every girl that will look in their direction, but David has to decide if he’s willing to risk it all with a slightly different agenda.

Excerpt from Five Studs Wild:

I trudged over fallen trees, sharp rocks and muddy pools of water to get back to our campsite, fretting over whether I’d crossed the line with my best friend, perhaps losing him forever.

When I reached him, he was sitting on a blanket, sulking, with a towel wrapped around his shoulders. He took a long draw on his bottle of beer. “What do you want?” he asked sharply, thunderously clapping his rugged hands together to squash a mosquito. After an uncomfortable silence, he lifted his head to glare at me. “Hadn’t you better get back to your precious Waltie? Dylan and Luke might steal him away.”

“I’m sorry, Freddie. I . . . I was being a jealous jerk. What can I do to make it up to you? Anything you want, just name it.”

“I don’t know . . . my feelings are pretty hurt.” His lower lip protruded in an exaggerated pout.

An intense feeling of relief flooded over me as I realized he was faking. Freddie extended his hands, and I pulled him to his feet. “C’mon,” he said, smiling, “let’s stop by our tents, get some flashlights and another blanket.”

We followed a trail leading into the woods. I foolishly lifted the beam of light from the treacherous ground before me and aimed it at the taut, toned backside of my longtime buddy, precariously tripping over rocks and the roots of trees that ran atop the ground. His body was a marvel to behold. It moved in its own distinctive style—a graceful, yet powerful masculinity. I loved his skin; bronzed from working in the sun, it matched his chestnut-brown eyes and dark hair. Freddie was shorter than me, but he was framed well with around a hundred and seventy pounds of toned muscle, the end result of hard physical labor. We hadn’t traveled that far as was evident from the rowdy laughter and horseplay echoing from the campsite. It sounded as if they were out of the water and settled around the campfire, probably drying off, swigging down beer and swapping ghost stories. Somewhere, in the back of my mind, I couldn’t help wondering if Walt, Dylan and Luke were already at it; Freddie had played well to my paranoia, but I had no right to feel cross with him. I was just overjoyed that he wasn’t really mad at me. As much as I wanted Walt, I wasn’t going to risk years of friendship with my best friend, not to mention our magnificent sex, over petty jealousy.

Excerpt from Troop Train:

Sighing exhaustively, Michael placed his hands on top of Keith’s to momentarily halt the sailor’s feeding frenzy. “Out with it,” Michael hissed.

Holding knife and fork upright in his fists against the tabletop, Keith began. “Alright then, here it is. Most of my nights on a sleeper car aren’t spent sleeping, but rather, skulking.

Michael’s jaw dropped as he slumped over the table just inches away from Keith.

“The world is made up of predators and grazers. Myself, I’m a ravenous wolf, always on the prowl. Here’s the question I put to you . . . are you wolf or sheep?”


About the Author

N.D.Clark is an American author who loves gay erotic romance and gay erotica oftentimes set in historical backgrounds. He enjoys writing, reading, movies, good company and long walks.

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