(This is a male/male story that possibly involves more than one man and also possibly some forced sex. If you're not interested in that, please don't read it. If you are interested, please leave me a message. It's also not meant to be a great piece of literary prose. It's meant as a fantasy of mine; nothing more. Enjoy.) * Site visits are my favorite part...
I had a funny feeling walking out to the job site from the hotel the next morning. And, it wasn't just because I was afraid that my formerly tight asshole would leak a bit of cum and hot tub water when I walked so I was walking slowly and deliberately.. That wasn't the funny feeling, it was more of a feeling that things had changed between myself and the wor...
"Pretty hot work." "You can say that again, sir. And that's a pretty hot car you got there." "Thanks. I'm addicted to Corvettes." "What year?" "This year. I usually trade up every other year." "Shit, man. That's beyond my imagination. Oh, sorry for the 'shit.' We were told not to curse around the motorists." "No problem. It's a fuckin' good set of whee...
While shopping at Home Depot, I turned to go down the moulding aisle. I saw the hottest men I'd ever seen there. Which is saying a lot as I've seen many, many hot men there. They looked like hot twins, nice tight asses, wearing tight cuffed blue jeans, wide belts, tight v-neck t-shirts, gold crosses around their necks and large construction boots. Both had...
David had a beautiful yard and backyard garden thanks to the hard work of Colin. The big muscled hunk transformed the pitiful excuse of a yard into a thing of beauty. He kept the yard mowed and neat. The hedges trimmed. The flowerbeds were always in flower. It was a miniature paradise. Colin had started back to school, and so he found it too hard to work at...
I awoke, and slowly rose out of my bed. The morning was cold to my body. I staggered to the bathroom and I examined myself like I normally did in the mornings. My eyes were droopy and hazel. I gazed at the rest of my body. My belly was red with lines from sleeping on it. I wasn't fat but I wasn't skinny either. My body hair was in a fair amount. I fit the ca...
I don't know what kept pulling me back to his picture. He wasn't posing naked or near naked as many of the other men on the Internet senior dating service were. But he looked just so attractive to me—and he set my imagination going. Standing against a concrete wall plastered with graffiti in blue lettering, he was wearing a blue denim jacket over a red and b...
This story is a slow boil...but I hope you enjoy it. This may contain story lines of race that may be offensive to some of you. Please stop reading if it does and find another story more suitable for you. Part 1 My name is Nick, and at 6"2" I'm fairly tall for an Asian guy. It's probably why people sometimes think I'm Samoan or something like that, especia...
All characters in this story are over the age of 18. *** Jack was getting a bit bored. He had been shopping all afternoon with his girlfriend Amy. They had already purchased a new pair of sheets and she had purchased some new clothes as well. He was ready to head home, however Amy had told him that there was one more shop that she wanted to go to. He follo...
The note left for me on the nightstand by Daniel, my mature lover, was sealed in an enveloped addressed to "Paul." I was about to rip it open when something more demanding got my attention. Even before I turned 18, I usually awoke with a "morning wood" hard on. This morning I had more than enough reason to be aroused: The memory of a weekend of sex, anticip...