Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. Damon Reid vs Tristan Thomas *** Tristan entered his father's office after a quick dash to the bathroom, and sat down in the couch facing his father and Damon. He couldn't help but notice the way Damon's mouth was set in a grim line, jaw tense. Was he angry? Was he as confused as he was? One thing was clear though,...
He was half Italian and half Portuguese and easily the sexiest bear I had ever seen. He had jet black hair and a neat, trimmed but very dense black beard that framed his full, shapely red lips. His eyes were of the deepest blue and they sparkled when he talked to you, making you feel like you were the only person that had ever mattered in the whole wide worl...
In high school I had been the best on my wrestler on my team. I had gone to state in the 195 weight class my junior and senior year but had never taken home the title. My sophomore year, before my growth spurt and finding my love of working out, I had lost at regionals in the 160 weight class; and freshman year I had been the Junior Varsity wrestler in the 1...
Happily it was Sunday and my first exam wasn't until Tuesday. I was wiped out from the weekend and wanted nothing but sleep after my pledge mates and I had breakfast together. Unhappily my roommate was in the dorm when I got back. He of course wanted to know what had happened at the frat house. It took way too long to convince him that I couldn't tell him....
Brandon had told me that if I wasn't going to move to a new, all-the-way level with him, he was going to a gay bar and would bring someone back to the dorm with him. He said he couldn't take the frustration any longer. I thought he had been joking, that he was as scared about this as I was. But there they were, entering the door from the street and moving to...
Jeff and I went back to sleep after Troy left, but woke up before dawn, so that we could get an early start toward the mountain top. We munched on trail mix and granola, and made good time, considering our workout the night before. About midday we started to get pretty hot from the hiking, and came across a natural pond formed by the stream that fed Lake Min...
I laid in bed staring up at the ceiling wishing I was still asleep. It was already after ten and I had slept long and well. I just wasn't ready to be awake. There was a lingering dull pain in my ass that wasn't unpleasant and I smiled at the memory of what had happened. Though it had hurt, in hindsight getting fucked had not been as bad as I had expected and...
I had two weeks of vacation and planned to enjoy my time off with a canoe trip through Minnesota's Boundary Waters. My girlfriend couldn't get away from work, so I was on my own. I loaded the truck with my fishing gear, tied the canoe on top and left Portland late Sunday night. By Monday afternoon, I was flying down State Highway 20 in the middle-of-fucking-...
I don't think the movie ever stopped. I drove home with a smirk across my face as I kept rewinding the video going on in my head. When I got home, I poured myself some more of a delicious single malt and my ice water. I put a favorite adult DVD on and relaxed on the couch. It was one of the Voyeur series, #28, I think. There's one particular sequence that's...
As an introduction... The year was 1973 and the college was in upstate New York. This story is based on a long rambling conversation I had late one night at a party with a college classmate who had never been very talkative with me (or the rest of the world I believe) before that night. We ended up talking in a quiet corner and he began a confessional of...