Cory Taylor opened the door of the men's locker rooms at Richmond Rugby Club and stepped inside. The familiar smell of sweat and urine drifted up his nostrils as he placed a bucket of cleaning supplies on the floor. It was his job to give the changing rooms a quick scrub down after every practice to make sure the facilities were up to standard. Cory's father...
Finishing my final lap, I climbed out of the pool and grabbed my towel. I liked coming for my swim late at night because that usually meant I had the place to myself, barring the occasional custodian. Tonight was no different, and I walked back towards the showers to rinse off before heading home. I walked into the empty showers and picked the one right on...
Like many men turning 50, I had been getting restless. So much in my life felt stale or routine -- my job, for one thing. But I realized with a shock that my marriage, and more specifically my sex life, had gone stale, too. Although I still loved my wife, and had no idea at all of breaking up our 28-year marriage, I had to admit that our sex life was boring....
How did I, a small, brown-haired, 5 foot 11, high school senior, end up with the hottest, most popular boy in school? Well, it still remains somewhat a mystery, even to me. My name is Josh McDonnell and I am 18 years old. I'm in Grade 12 of High School at East Mountain High, and last month, while walking down the hall with one of my best friends, it all sta...
This story is a very over the top work of fantasy, and it contains non-consent, blackmail and humiliation elements. ***** I work late so I like to go to the gym in the last hour before it closes, when I practically have the place to myself. Even though my job is crazy these days, I still take working out seriously and get myself to the gym every day, and...
The Shattered Expectations of New Locations Sometimes, living inside your mind can be far preferable to reality. For most people, that's one of the main purposes of dreams: to live out the things we would never do, or say, or feel, when forced into the real world. We can be anything we want to be, change the parts of ourselves we wish were different, and...
Monday evening, 9:45 When I moved to Montreal three years ago from Winnipeg, I chose the South West district of the city because of the George-Vanier sports complex and its amazing pool. I retired from competitive swimming after the London Olympic Games and went back to College to finish my MBA. After that, I went to work for Scotia Bank and... when the opp...
Part of me - the sensible, rational, moral part - wanted desperately to resist. To stop. Not to do something so wrong and so stupid. But my sensible, rational, moral part wasn't in charge tonight. My dick had taken over, and it was determined to have its way. I'd always viewed my bisexuality as a curse, rather than a blessing: the fact that I could have, an...
Usual disclaimers, though if you are already browsing stories on this site, you must have an idea what you're getting into by now. ;-) This story contains Male/Male sex and Dominant/Submissive themes, so if this is a problem . . . wave off! This story is fictional story based on a fantasy of mine. While it is fiction, I did use myself and locations I knew...
Nailed at the Gym Nick hadn't gone back to the farm since Francis had fucked him. It had been a week since the best Monday of his life, but Nick was far too scared to go back. He wasn't sure if Francis would be happy or pissed to see him. Was Francis fucking him so hard and rough supposed to be some sort of punishment for spying on him? And if it wasn't, wa...