This is not a real story. However, the characters are real people (although I have changed their names) * We sat down. Micheal got out his keys. The only key ring on them was a bottle opener, which, I thought, summed him up perfectly. Micheal was 19, a few months older than me, and, on paper, was not very attractive. He had that extra poundage which a love...
Fuck! Why did I agree to meet his ass here in the first place, I thought. I shook my head and cracked my knuckles as I stood at the bottom of the dozen or so cracked cement stairs leading up to the gym entrance. For some reason I couldn't move. I just stood there looking up at the glass doors. I felt stupid. Five long years had passed since I'd seen or hear...
I had never thought for one moment that I would be the kind of guy that would experiment with bisexuality, but then I guess that just goes to show that you can never be sure about anything until you have tried it yourself. It was with my best friend Jamie when I was in my twenties that I changed my views and broadened my horizons you might say. I'm Ryan I'm...
Greg pushed the button on the treadmill to make it speed up slightly. He could feel the ache starting in the right side of his stomach but he felt restless. Around him were people in various levels of fitness running, jogging or walking on the other treadmills. The gym was fairly packed for a Saturday evening but he'd been lucky enough to find an empty spot....
My name is Sam. I am a 36 year old male living in a small town in Arizona. To say that I am a musclebear is a pretty accurate description. At 6'4" and 300 lbs of fat and muscle, and on top of my bulging pecs and a hefty round gut, most people wouldn't dare to mess with me. I go to the gym religiously three times a week for nearly 10 years now. Although there...
When I retired from the Army, which I had come to think of as a prison, my wife and I moved to a little house near the beach, and life crystallized -- we, as they say, settled down. The house was a fabulous find. The previous owners had to get out of the country quick, and we happened along on the right day to get it for a song. I had dreamed of such a hou...
My name is Steve Victor. A six-foot-three, broad-shouldered, muscular and dare I say extremely good-looking young Black man currently living in Virginia. This year has been the year of changes for me. I graduated from Castor Academy, an all-male private boarding school in Boston, Massachusetts, and got accepted into Saint Theresa College. It's a private, dee...
When I left school at the age of 18 I was very skinny ; 5 foot nine inches and weighed about 8 stone (not quite the 98 lb weakling of the advertisements but not far off!) When I went to university I decided to go to a gym to put on some weight. There weren't too many around in the late 1960s, but I found a funny old place in Upper Queen Street. We'll call it...
Your name is Everett Woods, 21 years old and a 4th year college senior. A part time worker at your local cafe near your apartment studio. Currently living with a flatmate named Oliver Poppers to share the studio's rent and a fellow senior. Although Oliver has been living in a separate house -Frat House- he always comes by whenever there's barely anything to...
I could hear Clive talking on the telephone, so I listened in. I thought he was speaking to Adam about coming to the Café to install some shelving for me. "OK then, I will inform Max that you will be at the café dead on six-thirty in the morning to install the shelves for him. Is there anything else you need? No! Alright then, thank you Talos. Max will see...