The cable guy was due any minute. I'd been without Internet for days since a big storm blew through town; electricity had returned but not the Net, and as a mature gay man who loved his porn, it was maddening. I called up some gay wrestling stories I had saved, really smoking hot stuff about older men being dominated in various holds by young, smooth-skinne...
Many people assume that they are the only ones who have a tough life. What a load of bull! My name is Steve Darcy and I am a Haitian-American police officer and part-time community mentor living in the city of Brockton. My message is to all the people in this world who think they have it tough. Please, folks, shut the hell up! We're all bombarded with messag...
The training regime for the elite wrestlers in my university's wrestling team was known as Coach Hazard's Finishing School. I had worked hard for three years to make this squad team for two reasons: this was the best of the best in wrestling in our regional division and I had the hots for Coach Hazard, who was handsome in a rugged Marine way, was solid muscl...
This is my first story ever, so I'm sure there's a few rookie mistakes here. I don't mind constructive criticism. ***** One night in November, Sam and his friend Tom had recently turned 19 and were playing Truth or Dare with Hannah, Sarah, and Emma, three girls they didn't know very well. They had just met at a party at Hannah's house. Everyone else had le...
I had only ever wrestled Russ a few times. He lived locally and was a nice guy but as far as "wrestling" he was – to put it mildly – a little lame. He was good, don't get me wrong, but we would wrestle and as soon as one of us was pinned or submitted the wrestling was over. No second round, no rematch, no nothing. Our longest "match" went about half an hour...
"Jerry, that's fucking offensive." said Marcus as he pressed a towel to his forehead. He pulled his tank top over him, and balled it into his locker. He slammed the door, and turned. He pressed his back against the metal, crossing his arms as he stared at his friend. Jerry scoffed, and let out a laugh. "What's wrong, cupcake? Afraid I might be right? You'r...
Weeks ago, I hit the "Complete Checkout" button in my browser and laughed to myself. I had made a crazy, stupid purchase that was a combination of hormones and "what the hell!" easily aided by the anonymity of the internet. Out of sight, out of mind though, I had forgotten what I had bought until it arrived in my mailbox a week later. I was half hard just ca...
My name is Bernard Brown and I am a big and tall black guy. A lot of people think that if you are a big guy, then your life is miserable and lonely and you don't get any fun. That's so lame, seriously! When you describe a miserable person with self-esteem issues who hates themselves and doesn't want to enjoy life, you're not talking about a big man or a big...
We woke the next day and headed over to the church where Mack grew up. His parents had been members their entire lives and were holding a small luncheon of about 20 people to celebrate their anniversary. I met a few of his parent's friends, most of whom were polite and cordial, if not slightly scandalized by presence. Nonetheless, everyone was lovely and we...
It had been a long hard practice and Henry had stayed on the field for an extra half hour practicing penalty kicks. It was late October and the sun was setting at about six thirty so as Henry gathered up the soccer balls the light was already fading. He glanced up at the power plant smoke stack and watched as the last rays of the evening disappeared. "Life i...