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...
It was later in the evening and we were all back at the apartment, and we were all sitting in our normal positions. Gina was laid back on one of the couches and B and I were on the other one. I was sitting up in the corner of the couch with Bailey in between my legs. Our arms were wrapped around each other, and he had his back pressed against my chest. He wo...
CHAPTER 1 My name is Kevin Maitland; Kevin Connor Maitland to be exact. I live and work on what is usually known as the Near North Side in Chicago. For those of you who are unfamiliar with the geography of one of America's largest cities, Chicago sits at the south west tip of Lake Michigan. It is essentially a rectilinear city, with streets running either n...
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...
One of the first things I noticed when I started interning at this company was Matt, our "fitness consultant," a professional bodybuilder that's been hired to keep the office in shape by running exercise classes in the company gym and making various recommendations. As a muscle fan, I've known about Matt for a couple of years. One of the best bodybuilders t...
The following is a first time gay tale that grew out of the dark place in my mind. My stories tend to have a cuckold theme. Most cuckold fantasies have a bisexual element. This is no exception, but it crosses a line. It's not uncommon for cuckolds to question their sexuality. As a mental exercise, I've looked at another man in the gym, wondering if I could...
1971 had me as a freshman in college a couple thousand miles away from home. I was often lonely, homesick and not very cautious when it came to looking for affection. Fortunately for me I lived a very charmed life and was very lucky, so most of my "indiscretions" had happy endings. Ben Carson was one of the wonderful gentlemen I had the pleasure to meet tha...
I've always thought of myself as an ethical person. The kind who has certain standards in life and refuses to compromise those standards, regardless of the situation. Choices were simple. It was black or white. Right or wrong. Good or bad. At least . . . I used to think of myself that way. But as I've gotten older, I just don't really know. I've thought lo...
An Imaginary Homoerotic Tale By Jason Land * FOREWORD This is a sequel to my earlier story: "Gay Sex for Gregory", which was posted on the Literotica website on 09/19/2015 (September 19 2015). Whilst the present story and can be read as stand-alone tale, I would recommend my readers, first to read the earlier story, "Gay Sex for Gregory" as it will make...
Author's note: I. Am. So. Sorry. All of you have been so supportive and here I am months late with the next installment. If it's any consolation at all, this installment is just about twice as long as the last one. There should be either one or two more chapters coming after this one. I hope you enjoy it! As always, your thoughts, constructive criticism, a...