I have a fantasy about my best friend. We've been close since high school, bros doing bro stuff together, and as the years have gone on and we've gotten older our bro stuff has gotten older too. But we've always maintained the core of our relationship, the bro-dude template that defines everything about who we are. He's the alpha, the bigger, stronger one,...
Just a little introduction: I am a married 50 year old white man who recently started experimenting with my sexuality. I am 6 feet tall and 230 pounds, very hairy and have a trimmed mustache. Just your average guy. I have always been considered a very macho type of guy; military vet, biker, hunting and fishing. I've always been attracted to women and have ha...
Private investigator Jack Hammer smiled as he looked at the men gathered around the wrestling mat in Steel Steve's big main room. There were at least thirty of them. A couple were totally naked. The others were dressed in Speedos, jeans, or leather gear. Lots of leather gear. That was the main vibe at the converted gym on East Riverside Drive. The jockstrap...
Phil came into the sauna as I hoped he would. He came up to the top tier and sat below me where I was lying on my back, just a white towel around me, the leg toward the wall bent, foot flat on the wooden slats of the bench, with the other leg straight. He sat close enough to me that the roughness of his towel brushed the toes of my stretched foot. I had star...
One day, my best friend "H" and I were sitting in my bedroom. We were the very best of friends, and as I talk about it now, I realize we might have been a bit cliché. We always hung out, we always set the other up with our girlfriend's best friend, we even had plans for a musical group together, but that never panned out. We loved to dream, and we always dre...
We'd been lying next to each other by my girlfriend's pool. You see her parents are rich, able to spend the horrendous amounts that the water company charges each year for its use; together with the muscle-bound cliché of a pool attendant who spends each day fruitlessly skimming flies off before a new plague arrive the next day. She had given me a key to the...
All the time I was standing out on the balcony of Colleen Addison's house fourteen miles south of Athens, in Voula, overlooking Greece's Miroon Sea, and engaging in chit chat with her and the man who was introduced to me merely as Sam from the Economic Section, I kept thinking that I knew him from someplace but couldn't place him. He, on the other hand, seem...
Chapter 1 - My Boss I hate my fucking boss. He casually strolls through the cubicles glancing over everyone's shoulders making some asinine comments. So pretentious, pompous, and touchy. Walking with a gorgeous douchey smile showcasing his bright white teeth. His brown hair is combed over without any gel. When I would look at him, his green eyes would l...
If you are gay, you might know this about me if our eyes met in a crowd, just from looking at me, you might know. At first glance I'm a straight married guy, I know I wear that. But, if you look beyond the label, I'm also sensitive, smart, pretty, and complicated. I've always known I was Bi, through all of my 60 years I've fantasized about what it is like...
Oh, man. This is what I like. I wince in pain mixed with pleasure as Jason O'Leary slams his cock into my asshole. Man, if I knew this young White guy had such a big dick, I would have hooked up with him a long time ago. My name is John Etienne. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Nepean, Province of Ontario. And I am that...