"Fuck, what am I going to say, what am I going to talk to him about?" Stuart thought to himself as he drove along the nearly empty street in his hometown. The whole "childhood friends reuniting" thing seemed so strange to him- was he, the college student, really the same person as the grade schooler? So much had changed since then. How long had it been? Nin...
Matt woke up naked. Why was he naked? How long had he been asleep? He blinked his eyes a few times, letting them adjust to the late afternoon light. That music was playing still. It was soft and in the background. John was there. He had his back to Matt. At first, Matt had an urge to cover up. But it flittered away. He sat up and pushed the covers off him....
John quickly ate his supper. His parents asked him why he was in such a rush. John told them he had a date. Who's the lucky girl they asked? Oh, someone I met at the gym today. You don't know her, he replied. He excused himself from the table and hopped in his older Camaro and drove to Carl's house. He was early as he pulled into Carl's driveway, it was 7:1...
As John walked out of the gym in his apartment building he noticed another guy heading out behind him. Nice, he thought to himself. He held the door open for him. John had been checking this kid out while he worked out. Probably in his late twenties or early thirties he was way hot. Probably Irish, dark hair and clearly hairy all over from the look of his le...
I want to thank John & Bob for allowing me to write their story. Although I have changed their names they know who they are and that they have my appreciation. The elements of the story are as they have related them to me, sometimes fairly graphically depending on the amount of alcohol involved, and sometimes general. Where they have been general I filled in...
John Dungan, the third son of Archibald, the Baron de Blaguere, of Ardkill, Londonderry, was a man of few words but of precipitous action. When the Irish potato famine started destroying the lives and working ability of the families producing the Irish whiskey at his family's distillery in Londonderry—and particularly in challenging his endurance at watching...
This is a fictional story about a young adult who joins a Master's Swim team full of older men. ********************************************* PART II - THE FIRST PRACTICE It was 2:00 am and Dennis couldn't sleep. Ever since he was a boy he had dreamed of meeting a beefy, older man that would have his way with him. The fantasy had come in all shapes and s...
Summary: After seventeen year of a one-sided rivalry between two childhood friends, one man's past mistakes brings him to his knees in a series of calculated events... DISCLAIMER: DO NOT READ if you will be offended by various forms of humiliation, name-calling, etc. this is meant to be a power-fetish fantasy story, with elements of domination/submission....
The summer of 1969 hadn't turned out quite the way Lloyd Carmody had hoped. Expecting to goof off until college started in the fall, Lloyd got a shock when his parents told him that he would be going to spend the last two weeks of July at his grandparent's farm. "You haven't bothered to get a job, so it isn't like you have any responsibilities around here,"...
I always had considered myself as a regular straight guy. I love women and I had never been attracted by guys in any way. It all happened at the gym in which I used to do weight training. There it was a coach named John. I knew him for a long time, and we were good mates. At that point I did not need many advices regarding my training, but we used to chat a...