My name is Ryan, and I'm a soigneur (pronounced "swan-yure") for an all-male professional cycling team. I'm 26 years old, a former mountain biker and road cyclist who had to leave competitive riding due to an injury (ruined my knee on a wicked downhill). I tried to work in the "real" world, but I found that I missed the cycling world so much that I was miser...
August 2009 "What is it you say in English? A watched pot never boils - is that right?" Maria's laughing at me, so I make a show of turning my back to the clock. "Yeah, that's it. Stop picking on me." She flicks her bar towel at me. "Okay, Mr Grumpy. I hope he arrives soon, and you won't be so miserable tonight when I have to work with you." "I hope so t...
Kurt and I had been friends ever since I was allowed to walk down the block. We went to the same schools, we spent days and nights together so much that people wondered if we were brothers. We told each other everything as we were growing up, what ever was on our mind. Naturally, the subject of sex came up a lot; first curiosities, then exploits with various...
Every Sunday evening I played football with my friends from work, just a friendly kick about to keep fit. Afterwards I would walk back along the canal about two miles to get back home. I never saw anyone on this stretch of the canal, so was a great place to clear your mind. This Sunday after play, I followed my usual routine and started down the tow path. It...
Early morning last summer, I decided to be proactive and go for a run along the cycling/running track along the beach near where I worked. Arrived at the beach carpark early at around 5am with the sun beginning to rise over the water. I was pretty much the only person around as I set off to punch out a few kilometres before I had to get to work for the day...
Being the fairly remote tiny country town's schoolboy cycling champion was not enough. I had to get to the big smoke to improve my speed if I was ever to really excel in my chosen sport. I needed some really stiff competition if I wanted to stand out in my last season as a junior. My 18th birthday and senior ranks coming up I was told that if I could find...
I awoke slowly, my head fuzzy with the familiar throb of a hangover. Pulling the pillow off my face, I looked around my girlfriend's bedroom. Barbara's side of the bed was vacant. What did we drink? My head ached as memories of the previous night gradually started to come together. Barbara's friend from college, Dan, had come through town on his way to a bi...
I've put this story in the gay male category, but none of the characters define themselves as gay. Its about a bunch of straight(ish) British lads on a typical boozy holiday, and the kind of antics they get up to. Like my other stories it focusses on intimate smells and bottoms, so if this isn't for you stop reading. I plan to continue this series so if you...
This is a true story, let me know if it arouses you! I was working late in the office, but I wasn't the last one to switch off my PC and go home. Scott, the new boy, tall dark and skinny, was still sat at his computer. I was puzzled what he was still doing there: having only started last week, he couldn’t have had a backlog of work yet. Scott had given...
I went down into the valley again last week. The valley runs right through my home town from the south border up to Lake Ontario. Since my childhood we have used it for hiking in, birdwatching, fishing, even swimming. When I reached mid high school I became aware of another attraction. Over the course of a few decades various places in the valley have been...