What I liked most about Aaron was the fact that he had no idea how hot he was. At age 19 he was at his physical peak: six foot one, buzz-cut brown hair, solid muscles, and a self-conscious smile surrounded by dense, dark stubble. Even at noon the five o'clock shadow of his beard was noticeable above his lips, on his nicely clefted chin, and down his rugby pl...
He's the mid 40s muscle stud daddy who picked me up in the hotel bar. I'm the horny stud muffin, 20 years younger. We'd chatted and joked at the bar, half watching a hockey game on a big screen TV on the wall. We were getting along. I liked his style, his confident, masculine presence, and the way he put me at ease. It was clear he was interested in me, me i...
My boss, Sid Jamison, had told me that tonight was one of "those" nights and that I was to be in his office at precisely 8:15. Such a summons was not that unusual; Jamison had been fucking me regularly for a couple of months on the desk top in his office after hours. I didn't mind this, because he was really hot and not all that old and he was being really g...
Patrick was a millennial gay, which is to say one of those people consumed by his hormones with an outlet for it on the internet. Multiple hook up apps, favorite porn sites played morning and night, a steady stream of NSFW tumblr feeds available for an afternoon wank in the toilet if none of the nudes in his Grindr/Scruff/Hornet/Jack'd/Adam4Adam, messages we...
Bryce was just the cutest guy Morgan had ever seen. The first time he whizzed past him on the ice it was like watching a vision of beauty come to life. Bryce had grace and elegance in his skating. His smooth cheeks had a red blush to them and from the look in his eyes he was lost in his own world, skating on his own planet. Morgan felt like an elephant or h...
It was something of a coup, as a journalist, to get an interview with the ambassador of a Middle Eastern country. I had been working on it for months, putting out feelers and befriending staff. It was a bit like infiltrating the embassy, like a spy might do, but I wasn't troublemaker: I was in the business of demystifying things. That's what i do. I talk to...
I don't know why I felt like I did that day. I just woke up wanting to get fucked and I knew who I wanted to do it. Raj was this old Indian guy who ran a small shop. He was short and hairy and had a big belly. Nice guy. We always had a little chat when I went in there, and at first I hadn't thought of him in a sexual way. That day, though, in my mind he just...
I had been out for my best friend's 40th birthday. Yes, we got smashed! I knew this was going to happen so I took a cab home, I entered my apartment, stripped and fell into bed. Jerry had been my best friend since we were in our 20's. We had tried dating but it just didn't work, so be became friends and our relationship grew over the years. We'd seen each ot...
I let him buy me a drink at the beach bar—and then another and another—because he had those big tuffs of hair in his pits. I found that intriguing—and arousing. He was a good-looking guy, probably a stevedore or something on vacation, because he was built solid like a tank. But he was also virtually hairless everywhere else I could see, including billiard cu...
Hi everyone, this is chapter 2. Feedback was brilliant last time, thank you! I loved writing this chapter, and there is more to come. Any feedback, good or bad is appreciated. Enjoy! .......................................... Ryan. Chapter 2 Ryan slipped his big manly hands down into my tight briefs and grabbed my hard cock and just held it as we continue...