It was a quiet night and the neighborhood was mostly quiet. Since it was monday, most people have gone to sleep early and most of the window were dark. A single, solitary floor in one older building was still lit though. If someone climbed onto the ledge and looked through that window, he would see a gigantic, beautiful man named Oscar, stark naked, sittin...
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...
Another younger/older, 'bearotica' romance from yours truly. I sense that many fans of the genre prefer the younger and smaller fellow's point of view, so I'm giving that a try in this one. This is my first attempt at a longer story arc. It develops at a slower-than-normal pace for my writing, but I assure you it lives up to the promise of the opening pass...
Author's note: This is quite a long saga of a very masculine young man coming to terms with his sexuality. If you just want to read about hard sex, then my advice is to jump to Part 2, where hopefully you may find it? I dedicate this one to my Iowan Butterfly, a very special, warm person. * * * * * Part 1 - England: Barry was a young gay guy; eighteen y...
"How about I treat you to a drink? You must be thirsty from all that naked time on the platform." I had just climbed down from the velvet-covered bench on the platform where I'd been posing, in the nude, for the past hour for Chad Simmons's Savannah College of Art and Design night school art class. I'd barely had time to shrug my white cotton dress shirt ov...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Carl looked at the cards in his hand deciding what to do. After a brief moment, he discarded one and received another. The play then continued around the table with everyone taking their time to make their bets. When it came back to him, he eyed his older brother, Cam, sitting to...
The best part of living near the beach was being able to go down any time and look at the eye candy of the beautiful men hanging out in just swim trunks. Today I was just walking along. As always, there were some great looking men, and I could get to them and let my fantasies go wild. Unfortunately, it stopped at fantasies. I wasn't bad looking, but I was a...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This one is for my fellow author "13," who requested a tale from the other POV. Best wishes, Ken This is my story. A year ago I was a happy man. I had a good job at high-tech firm whose name you'd recognize, with possibilities for advancement. I had a house in a nice neighborhood. I had an SUV that I'd splurged a bit to buy, but that I was ma...
I'm shaking as I approach the gate, palms slicked with cold sweat, heart slamming, stomach twisting. I'm really doing this, about to go through the gate—finally, after walking past it every day on my way to and from work, hearing the repeated clank of massive weights that would crush my slender frame, the deep manly grunts echoing in a massive chest, wrenche...
Jake took Michelle's hand as they walked down the hallway to her dorm room. The slim college freshman looked down, and demurely smiled at him. He couldn't help but smile back. This charming young woman had touched his heart. And the date, their fifth, had not only gone well but had given them both the chance to open up to each other, sharing vulnerabilities...