"Fuck", I say to him, "if you had a pencil dick, you'd be sliding in there now, right up to your balls, all nine or ten inches of you." "Ten," he says in my ear, nuzzling me. "Ok, ten," I say, my mouth now at his ear. "Whatever," I smirk. 'Ten' I know it is. It's our private joke. We'd measured it how many times. I'd run the tape from his pubes to level wi...
This is the sequel to the Physical Therapist I (please read it if you haven't done so). Enjoy. ***** Two weeks later. Bill couldn't stop thinking about Jake. It was his first sexual experience with a man. And he wanted more. But, he was well aware that maintaining any sexual relationship with a patient could only spell trouble. He needed to clear his min...
Millstone - ONE - (Hanging the Chimney Hook) CHAPTER THREE Max proved himself a practical man. He noticed first that a double bed would never work for us. Two men my size at 180 pounds (much less if one had 40 pounds more muscle), would never fit comfortably on the double. Also, as he pointed out, we wouldn't remain in the apartment due to what he referre...
When I entered the steam room—Mr. Stewart had refused to call it a sauna, saying that wasn't manly enough—the others were already there. Mr. Stewart and Mr. Williams were sitting on the upper tier of wooden benches across the wood-paneled room from where Mr. Stewart gestured me to go. They were both naked, sitting on their towels. Mr. Williams had his hand o...
It took Connor a minute to realize the car wasn't moving. "Where do you live?" Mr. Meyer's voice startled him. Connor turned his head and met his teacher face-to-face. He stared at his blue eyes for a second, before quickly averting his gaze down to his own shoes. "Wisteria Lane," Connor managed to mutter. He looked at the floor of Mr. Meyer's car, and w...
Prologue Many of you reading this may not be familiar with an organisation called The International Federation of Naked Bodybuilders or IFNB for short. Well as this story concerns men who are associated with the IFNB, might I suggest that you familiarise yourself with the activities of this, I suspect, fictive organisation, by logging-on to its blog? The ad...
I love my apartment. I have a top floor spacious modern apartment with a balcony that has the best view. Not only can I look out and admire the beautiful cityscape, but I also get to admire my neighbor who lacks even the slightest bit of modesty. I can't tell you the number of weekend mornings I've spent chatting with him in just a pair of tight briefs. Let...
Working out's always had a strange fascination for me. I remember looking at pictures of bodybuilders as a teen and feeling a dangerous nervous chill that made my hair stand on end and settled deep in my gut in mysterious ways. It made me shut down my computer and vow not to look at them, but I always returned. And when I started working out after graduatin...
Chapter 54: Resonance Adam opens the door to his cabin, and entered along with Gregory. He closes the door, and then turn to plant his hand onto the door, and moved down to push his mouth against the other. Greg closes his eyes as his pants quickly feel tighter as Adam softly lapped and nibbled on his lips. Adam slides a hand underneath Greg's shirt, and...
Harry Bolton had been in Beirut about a year. He was one of the more noticeable gems in the motley collection of expatriates from this or that Western country who centered our lives on the American University of Beirut for a taste of the cultures we otherwise, and for different reasons, were escaping. He was an academic from a rather vague, but obviously wea...