I had become a regular at the gym on Tuesday nights, and this 40-something businessman named Clint, who was also a regular on that night, and I had gotten to where we spotted each other through our bar bell work. He was in great shape for his age, leaner than I was, but with well-defined, ropy muscles and chiseled square-cut features. I’d been trying to save...
Damian walked out into the sunlight and immediately felt the humidity in the air. The contrast from air conditioning to summer afternoon was like a rolling oven blast. Damian had thrown on a cotton Hawaiian shirt, and a pair of jean shorts, frayed at the cut offs. On his plump feet, he wore a pair of sandals. Today Damian was going commando. As the heat boun...
When Lyle Quigley went to the grocery store that afternoon in June, he was expecting to pick up a few things he wife asked him to pick up and get back to enjoy the peaceful solitude of his house while the wife was at work. At 64 the retired railroad worker was a long way from the reckless man he had been once not long ago, but then he saw someone that broug...
This story takes place in the 1970's, when the drinking age in the state was 18. ... Chapter One: Skip turns 18. Mercifully, the infamous song always sung to commemorate birthdays was as brief as possible, and I was grateful to Mr. Langer and his son and my best friend Greg for omitting the superfluous choruses about how old are you. I was 18 and we all k...
You are a middle aged Asian man (Indian sub continent). Down to earth, unglamorous and overweight but attractive in your own way and possessing a natural masculinity. I am a white British man fascinated by what to you is perfectly ordinary but to me is exotic and exciting: your brown body. You have a masterful tendency. I have a submissive streak that makes...
Introduction Hi. My name is Steve. My boyfriend's name is Sean. I'm 25; he's 23 but looks younger. I'm a big guy: 6'2" and 210 lbs. of mostly muscle. I work out a lot. Sean is about 5'7", 140 lbs., slim but with little muscular definition. I act straight. Sean isn't effeminate, but no one who meets him would be surprised to learn that he's gay. To see us to...
"You can't be fucking serious!" "Oh I can be, baby, and I am." He said plainly. "Stephen! I can't wear this shit outside! It's one thing when you and I are playing around in the house, but not out there. What if someone sees me?" "Who's going to recognize you in that? No one. Besides we agreed." "No we didn't agree! You made up the rules and then said we...
Keith was right, we both needed showers. We were both sweaty and dusty from our hike. I had made quite the mess when I erupted from Keith's blowjob. The semen from my orgasm was drying on my belly and pubes, and I could feel a trickle running down my leg. I felt a dampness on Keith's hand around my waist, and I realized it must be some more of my cum. We had...
"Hey Mr. Longo!" I had been tidying up the garage, so the voice from the driveway startled me, but I recognized it immediately as belonging to my son's best friend, Sean Farrell. He had been a fixture at our house for many years, and he was always unfailingly polite and respectful, qualities that seem to be in short supply these days, so he was always welco...
Frank rolled off and slumped into the pillows piled against the headboard. "Whew," he said, halfway sitting up. "That's a good way to work up a thirst." I noticed the glistening sheen of sweat on his skin. It made him look even sexier. "Why don't you go grab me a couple of beers.....Oh yeah......There's some wine in the fridge and glasses are in the firs...