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Lumberjack Lust Attack

by danielblue on Aug 30, 2017
Gay Male

Oliver slowly undid the buttons of his shirt and admired his reflection in the mirror. He knew he was one gorgeous hunk of hairy bear. He ran his fingers over the dense black fur that grew over his well defined chest and pinched his large red nipples. Damn, did that feel good! If only he had someone to fuck. It was Friday night and, as he did every Friday n...

Bus Stop Lumberjack

by zach694u2 on Aug 17, 2017
Gay Male

I had just turned 18 and was on my way to visit some relatives on the west coast. I was straight and came from a small town where it seemed like there were no gays. However, over the past year I had gone into the nearest city and would frequent a book store that a lot of gays would hang out at. I still remember the first time I noticed a gay man looking at m...

Room Serviced Pt. 10

by bigblue212 on Jul 6, 2020
Gay Male

A few minutes later, Armisen was splayed out naked, face-down, ass up on the coffee table, his long lumberjack limbs dangling over the edges. He waited patiently as Carson stood behind him, wetting his hands with coconut oil. "You ready?" he asked. Carson nodded, his knees weak at the sight of the man splayed out in front of him like a tenderloin. "Uh huh...

The Dairy: Spot and the New Calf

by thaidom30 on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

Has been edited by Nom de Plume for spelling and grammar. Thank you. ***** The sweet and savory smell of food cooking was all it took to wake up Spot. He stretched out in a big, full body stretch. Flexing his muscular hamstrings and massive shoulders. His brown chest hair covered most of his body like fur. Master made sure Spot kept his public parts clean,...

Rewriting Singularity Ch. 17

by el_wing on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

We sat around the dining table like a klatch of eclectic, existentialist wannabes. I laughed to myself as I looked from one to the other. Isadora sat at the head of the table. She changed from earlier, and tonight she was dressed in a rainbow assortment of veils-- 50 possibly, or maybe 200-- she was an elephantine woman after all. To my right was Hec, dres...

Weight of It

by RejectReality on Feb 11, 2019
Gay Male

Josh pumped his legs, lifting the weights on the machine, and stole glances off to the side. It was all he could do not to stare at the handsome man doing easy reps on the bench, not far away. He had a bulky, well-sculpted frame. He was broad-shouldered and square jawed. That jawline sported an immaculately trimmed beard that put Josh in mind of an idealize...

A Life of Service Ch. 03

by starboardcaptain on Oct 8, 2019
Gay Male

With a fireworks show to start the day, we quickly finished the bacon strips before hitting the shower. On our second day, dad wanted us to go for a walk in the forest. Bird spotting, deer stalking, and see some creeks to just enjoy the sight and sounds of nature. Going out, he made sure to carry a bag with first aid. Wearing a rolled-up blue flannel, boots...

Nine to Five

by NYSnow on Oct 5, 2020
Gay Male

My name is Josh and I'm a 32-year-old half Dominican white guy. I work as a biologist and was recently tasked with training our two new employees: Hank and Dave. Hank had just recently graduated college, he was 22, about 5'8" with shorter dark brown hair and probably like 170 pounds. Dave was a transfer from a different branch. He was 24 and 6', just an inch...

Fire Down the Valley Ch. 02

by KeithD on Mar 3, 2020
Gay Male

The track up from the valley floor to Mather's mill was comparatively easy going. Wide-berthed and heavily laden Lumber carts regularly came down the path that ran alongside the narrow, but rapid-running Slater Creek. The deciduous trees were thick here—still, after more than a decade of lumberjacking. The trees along the stream bed were mainly cottonwoods,...

Working at Home

by STLwriter on Sep 25, 2017
Gay Male

The homeowner impatiently tapped his foot on the floor, looking at the clock on the wall, and then by habit looking at his wristwatch. It was already 7:30 in the morning. A man like himself wasn't much of a morning person. In fact, he would have preferred to have slept in today and just snore from morning till noon. But no, he had to be up early today. Today...