My name is Ryan, and I'm a soigneur (pronounced "swan-yure") for an all-male professional cycling team. I'm 26 years old, a former mountain biker and road cyclist who had to leave competitive riding due to an injury (ruined my knee on a wicked downhill). I tried to work in the "real" world, but I found that I missed the cycling world so much that I was miser...
What a neat idea, Ted thought. He'd been down Lexington a couple of times a week all semester from his room to his classes at the university and he hadn't even noticed the Chance Café, down on the lower level under a hippy New Age gear store. A cyber café, he quickly figured out from a scan of the membership agreement, where you could hook up with other guy...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. **Author's Note: This is a flash story. ***** Glen Webster stepped into the hot shower and tried hard not to cry. The hot water felt good as it coursed down his back. He remembered the events of the day and did allow himself some tears as he developed...
"Hop on!" Tank is holding out his hand to me. I've had a secret crush on my friend since we met. His beauty goes deeper than the physical reason we all call him 'Tank'. I get tongue-tied when he's in the room, let alone this close to me. "I've never..." He smiles and flicks back his hair. "Just hop on. You'll love it! My bike is my freedom." I reach for hi...
"Where are you? Who are you with? Did you find Jimmy? We have to have coffee. I have to tell you about Robert." She messaged me over and over. I messaged her back. "Just leaving Jimmy's right now! Coffee where?" I sent back. "Starbucks our usual, fifteen minutes, don't keep me waiting." Lisa sent back to me. When I got there she was at our table, I call...
Mike was on the hunt tonight. It had been weeks since he got any action, but tonight was the night he'd get a piece of ass. He spotted a little something at the bar. His prey looked pretty young and a bit out of place. The young man looked like he was plucked right out of a magazine, he was slim and fit with a nice looking ass on him. Mike's mouth watered at...
I was all but recovered from yesterday's hard ass fucking. I had relaxed the rest of the day, spent some time in the pool, Jacuzzi, and steam room...just enjoying the facilities. The next morning I awoke to find a new set of clothes set out for me on the dresser: a leather jockstrap, metal cock ring, leather collar, and a set of nipple clamps, along with a n...
The exhaustion of and loss of strength from the previous day's unexpected sex encounters may have accounted for my tennis match the next day, but it's just as likely that Ben was just a much better tennis player than I was. He agreed to let me try to recoup the loss and set up another match for two days hence. As I had hoped, we were the only ones in the gr...
Everyone should try and do a good deed every day. At least that's what I believed and tried to follow through on in my life. So when my new neighbor moved into my building I decided to put my money where my mouth was and offer him a hand. He was a good looking guy. A light skinned black man about my age and from the looks of it someone who frequented th...
Private investigator Jack Hammer smiled as he looked at the men gathered around the wrestling mat in Steel Steve's big main room. There were at least thirty of them. A couple were totally naked. The others were dressed in Speedos, jeans, or leather gear. Lots of leather gear. That was the main vibe at the converted gym on East Riverside Drive. The jockstrap...