You wake up and prepare for your day, unaware that this would be the last day you would be considered straight. You shower as you did every morning and felt the water's warm touch as it cascaded over your skin. You could stay here forever if you could. But you need to start your day and the hot water would run out before long. You wash your hair, then the re...
The bodybuilder toweled himself off and posed to admire himself in the mirror in the locker room before dressing. He was one ripped dude; hard as steel everywhere. So hard that his veins had nowhere to go other than to pop out on his body and flow across it. He liked that. All men of steel had that. He'd worked hard to get here. And he hadn't gone the easy r...
The champion soccer player for the night, all decked out in his silks and his team-color knee-high socks, left his basement apartment in the old row house and strutted down St. Phillip and across Basin Street and North Rampart, into New Orleans' French Quarter. He held his head high, his chest out, his tight butt tucked in, and his basket thrusting out in fr...
1. I'll admit I always had an interest in muscularity in men. A friend of mine -- he's a psychologist -- told me that it was natural. He said everyone, whether male or female, straight or gay, is attracted to rounded parts of the body: the breasts, buttocks, and the rounded limbs of the bodybuilder. But none of this explains my interest in penises. And, al...
It's Sunday afternoon and I'm waiting for Fred. Last night, I met him at a gay nudist party. We had sex in front of a bunch of naked men. Today, it's just going to be us. The doorbell rings. I sing, "I think we're alone now / Doesn't seem to be anyone around" as I get up and cross the living room floor. Fred's a big black bodybuilder with skin the color of...
One night I was really bored and I flipped on the TV. It had been a few years since I'd watched any TV show religiously, and I wasn't even sure there was anything good on. "500 channels and nothing to watch," I mused to myself as I flipped through the channels lazily. But then, just as I was about to give up, I saw a brief scene of two shirtless, heavily-mus...
It's Sunday afternoon and I'm waiting for Fred. Last night, I met him at a gay nudist party. We had sex in front of a bunch of naked men. Today, it's just going to be us. The doorbell rings. I sing, "I think we're alone now / Doesn't seem to be anyone around" as I get up and cross the living room floor. Fred's a big black bodybuilder with skin the color of...
April, 2015 Dirk performed his dumbbell curls deliberately and methodically while he stood next to the mirror. He closely watched the way his chiseled biceps strained against his tanned skin. The veins in his arms stood out conspicuously, as he continued to pump blood, into his muscular arms. I could see droplets of sweat trickle down his massive pecs and t...
My name is Brock. I'm a 25-year-old, average guy. I lift weights a lot, so I have jacked arms and generally a bodybuilder's physique. Girls usually love my body and I get hit on a lot at the gym, but I'm actually gay. Nothing gets me harder than a guy who is more muscular and bigger than I am, preferably someone with a big, muscular bubble butt and huge arms...
It's Saturday night. I'm at a gay nudist party. Technically, the group isn't a sex club. If a guy just wants to hang out with other naked guys, he can do that. But, at most parties, there's a room with gay sex videos playing and live men playing with each other—hand jobs, blow jobs, butt fucking, whatever. I'm standing near the video room's back wall, idly...