"Is one of those male figure skaters down there your son?" She knew damn well that one was my son—and which one; the other one was her son. Gail Culbertson didn't know me from Adam, I'm sure, because she was East Coast U.S. and I was homed in Japan. And my son had left the circuit with an injury before hers appeared at Nationals and then went out with injur...
By PapaWereBear and UrsusMajr (What follows is a work of fiction. Enjoy the fantasy, but please do not confuse it with reality. None of the incidents portrayed happened, and none of the characters are meant to depict actual persons, living or dead. This story contains descriptions of sex between consenting adult males. If such offends you or is illegal fo...
I stayed with Nate for the next two weeks, taking in my regular classes in the afternoon and spending most of the mornings learning the fundamentals of wrestling from Nate and Greg in a small room off the main wrestling gym while the coach's regular "Greek Wrestling" class went on in the main wrestling gym. I thought I was getting the hang of it until I was...
I had been taken sexually by three men within my first week at school. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before. I let it go for several days and then, when I was on my way to throw some hoops at the gym, I just snapped and found myself seeking out the dean of men students. I didn't know if I could get a walk-in appointment with him, but I felt like...
I was horny. No doubt about it. The day started with a look at a surveyor outside my apartment--working his transit out in the street. He was a big, muscular guy who looked like he'd stretch me happy around his big cock. Any man with broad shoulders like those and pecs that bulged his t-shirt had to be hung. Fuck, what a body. Perfect. My apartment was clo...
While I was on my way to play tennis with Ben the first time the day after I had been taken several times during wrestling practice, I learned just how much of a hold Coach Seeman had over me. I was strolling along, racket case under my arm, when a big black limousine, with smoked windows rolled up beside me, the driver's window rolled down, and a big black...
Mike clung to the arm of Larry, the older man he'd met just earlier in the day but who was everything to Mike at the moment, as, one of six men concentrating on their cards, a pall of smoke hovering over the table, Mike won another hand of poker. He hadn't even played much poker before now. And he'd never been in a place like this before now, either. The p...
This is a fictional story about a young adult who joins a Master's Swim team full of older men. ***** THE SWIM TEAM, PART VII -- FIRST DAY ON THE JOB Dennis rolled over and found himself lying in a large, wet spot. Half asleep, he ran his hand down the length of his body until he got to his belly, which was also covered in the liquid. His fully erect cock...
PAYBACK FOR DAD Ancient Cures for Modern Problems PART ONE Tim's mouth dropped open. A ghost! A man in white chino pants and a new red Hecadock Junior College sweatshirt yelled instructions to students on the tennis court. He was about forty, six-foot-two, powerful build, blond hair, crewcut. Dad! It's Dad! Where in hell did he-- Tim shut his mouth. Get...
The Mark of the Jockstrap I was part of the Bohemian scene in Los Angeles in the '50s. My roommate turned me out: after discovering the great turn-on of his cock, I was eager to spread my legs for just about any horny friend. Didn't have much trouble finding guys to top me while I was a student. My first teaching job, though, was at a small-town school, Th...