Gay Muscle God Stories

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The Best Gift

by LeathermanCraig on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

The melancholy old songs were playing on the stereo. It had been 2 years ago, this day, that Andreas had been taken from me. Listening to the old 70s love ballads – The Carpenters, Barry Manilow, Barbra Streisand... All of those torch songs about lost love and trying to find my man or to try to replace the one that got away... I knew that in a little while,...

A Big Surprise

by JonnyBtm on Sep 25, 2017
Gay Male

I'd say the last thing I expected from Russ was what happened in the stairwell that night, but that would mean the rest of the night was any less surprising. Russ was one of my coworkers at the turnpike rest stop restaurant. Most of my coworkers were high school seniors like me. Russ was in his mid 20s and our lead fry cook. He was also supremely strange. B...

The Chance Cafe

by sr71plt on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

What a neat idea, Ted thought. He'd been down Lexington a couple of times a week all semester from his room to his classes at the university and he hadn't even noticed the Chance Café, down on the lower level under a hippy New Age gear store. A cyber café, he quickly figured out from a scan of the membership agreement, where you could hook up with other guy...

The Pool

by BiDad on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

We had just moved into our new home in Tulsa. After three corporate related moves in the past three years, my family was tired of moving and ready to settle down and put down permanent roots. Our college aged son and his two high school aged brothers balked at the latest move because they had become very popular at their last school. My wife and I had sired...

Home Alone

by sr71plt on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

"So, you didn't have any trouble finding it." Aaron opened the front door to his house, figuring it was Chuck who was there. There was a porch light, but he didn't turn it on even though darkness had fallen. He did, though, poke his head out of the door to look up and down the street before standing aside and letting Chuck walk in past him. As he turned and...

Dick - The Teen Gym Stud Ch. 09

by dominanceaddict1 on Jan 20, 2020
Gay Male

Even knowing that I would need to figure tonight out somehow, I couldn't help but smile. What an incredible night. I made myself a coffee and sat at the table, still wearing my special lingerie. I tried to focus on my posture, sitting with my shoulders back, back arched and chest forward. I crossed my legs in a feminine fashion and sipped my coffee delicatel...

The New Slave Ch. 09

by martin_x59 on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

Next morning I awake to the smell of breakfast. I'm in my cage but this time the cage is in Sir's bedroom. I stayed awaked for as long as I could last night just listening to the sound of his breathing as he slept. Sir comes in and lets me out of the cage takes me to the kitchen and feeds me as he had done before. "We have a visitor today," he says. "Who i...

Dick - The Teen Gym Stud Ch. 02

by dominanceaddict1 on Oct 22, 2019
Gay Male

It was my third time at my neighborhood gym and I was having a pretty good workout. I had just finished up 20 reps of skullcrushers with a 10 lb weight and was feeling pretty good about myself. I decided i would try out the bench press. I knew it was a difficult exercise so I started light - with no weight on the bar. I laid down, but as soon as I lifted th...

My Teen Stud Nephew - Day 03

by dominanceaddict1 on May 11, 2020
Gay Male

l didn't sleep. As with the prior night, the bed, blankets and pillows were all terrible. But I was also plagued all night with thoughts of Ryan and the previous day. Ryan had Tracy completely under his thumb. From the start of his stay, she had fawned over him and appeared to defer to him at every turn. Worse, they had kissed right in front of me the prev...

Kidnapped Ch. 04

by AgirlcalledBob on Aug 21, 2019
Gay Male

Chapter seven Seb I come to a decision, of sorts. I'm bored in my room and frustrated that my body seems to want him so much, even when my mind is telling me no, so I wander down the stairs, into the old-fashioned wood-paneled living room. Ollie is there, head bent over a book, long legs curled up underneath him, trying to read but failing dismally. I watc...