A sequel to "Concentration and Muscle Control." If you read my previous piece, you'll already know that my use of the gym is closely linked to my sexuality, my love of hard masculine muscular bodies. Following the closure of the first gym I had used and where I had learned so much about training, about myself and what triggered my attraction to sex with m...
I was 20 when I married, my wife was 18. I think I have always tried to conform and although I was attracted by women's bodies, I secretly fantasized more about sex with men than with women. I thought of myself as hetero with bisexual leanings. When I surfed the internet, I particularly loved oral and anal - those beautiful hard cocks with their white loads...
The first time I ever did anything with a guy was at my friend Kate's new year's eve party shortly after my 18th birthday. It wasn't a big do; more a friends and family thing with her parents inviting their friends from the village and Kate inviting whichever of her friends were still around and not off at uni, working or travelling the world. Kate was a co...
I sat on the train in my own little world, half awake, half asleep. I had been working up country, had got a train back to London, changed stations and was now on the train on my way home. It was around 10 o'clock at night now and the train was empty. My work attire was simply sports clothing and being warm weather I'd had shorts on today, my training tro...
"Hey man, you want to come to visit and stay with me a few days? My parents are taking my sister to Europe for two weeks and asked if I could house-sit while they're gone." I first met Scott when we joined the same middle school softball team. We became best friends and hung out together all through middle school and high school. We were really bummed when...
It had been eight years since I left my hometown. I left at eighteen for college and stayed away. I'd often thought of going back, but something kept me away. I missed the narrow streets and the whitewashed storefronts and the sound of the ocean lapping on the pale sand, but there were other things I didn't miss. I'd traveled far, across the ocean, to Engl...
This is a purely fictional story. If you are offended by gay stories, you should not read the story. ******************** I remember it well; it is edged in my mind forever. It was the summer of 1974 and my parents planned for the family to spend a month at the beach. I asked them if I could invite Sergio and they said it was fine. When we got to the be...
This is a work of fiction. All persons are intended to be age 18 and above. ***** Sooner or later, if you drive often enough, you will climb into your car one morning, put the fob near the ignition, press the button and ... ... nothing. You try it again. Nothing. Then again. Maybe the battery in the fob has gone dead. The car still won't start. You stare...
copyright 2007 by Sedonia Guillone "Hey, Paul, will you photograph me?" Paul froze. He clutched his towel and stopped in mid-rub of his wet hair. The room filled with silence, the only sound, the evening spring rain that pelted the living room window. Slowly, he lowered the towel, turned, and looked at Carlo. Large brown eyes watched him from under a thi...
I was at an after party for a major awards show. I had won for "Best New Artist" and I was really taking advantage of the open bar to drink to my success. My girlfriend was over talking to some other glammed up women when this man in all black, sporting an impressive moustache, came over to me and congratulated me on my win. I don't know how coherent I was,...