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The Ultimate Muscle Hunk Challenge

by writerofgayer on Sep 16, 2017
Gay Male

One night I was really bored and I flipped on the TV. It had been a few years since I'd watched any TV show religiously, and I wasn't even sure there was anything good on. "500 channels and nothing to watch," I mused to myself as I flipped through the channels lazily. But then, just as I was about to give up, I saw a brief scene of two shirtless, heavily-mus...

Muscle Men Studs

by silkstockingslover on Jul 13, 2020
Gay Male

Summary: Straight Guy becomes obsessed with big strong men. Note 1: This is dedicated to Mark who requested this story. Note 2: This is a NUDE DAY 2020 CONTEST STORY. Note 3: Thanks to Tex Beethoven and Robert for editing this story. Muscle Men Studs Every guy goes through a mid-life crisis. Most buy some extravagant unnecessary purchase to prove their...

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...

Need-A-Nerd

by sr71plt on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

I hadn't made up my mind whether I wanted to fuck or be fucked that night, so I lost out altogether—or so it seemed at the time. There hadn't been much pickings in Bill's, a hole-in-the wall gay pick-up bar tucked away in an alley off Maunganui Road in the Mount Maunganui district leading up from the cruise ship wharf to Mount Maunganui. When I'd first stum...

Straight Tequila Pt. 03

by Ryan Carlyle on Mar 27, 2018
Gay Male

Author's Note -- There are elements of non-consent in this story. If that type of element offends you, or is problematic, please do not read. ### I couldn't believe it. Carlos . . . my friend . . . my brother . . . the hottest, sexiest man I'd ever known . . . was lying on my bed, sound asleep, and completely nude. Even though I felt guilty for doing it,...

LA is Really a Small Town

by MiddlinJoe on Mar 17, 2020
Gay Male

It was 1977, a while ago now. Seems fresh in my mind. I had caught a ride to LA with a thou buried in my boots. That was a bunch of money back then. I was a young stud, and construction work was good to me. I was pretty ripped, and didn't drink or smoke the earnings away. I could weld, and that seemed to get me jobs quickly. I knew street Mexican, too. I l...

Brock and John Ch. 01

by aaabbbcccabc on Aug 17, 2017
Gay Male

My name is Brock. I'm a 25-year-old, average guy. I lift weights a lot, so I have jacked arms and generally a bodybuilder's physique. Girls usually love my body and I get hit on a lot at the gym, but I'm actually gay. Nothing gets me harder than a guy who is more muscular and bigger than I am, preferably someone with a big, muscular bubble butt and huge arms...

The Company Office

by CHOKLITDONKEYDIK on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

Okinawa, Japan is a small city southwest of Tokyo. It stretches out 67 miles, and is known throughout the world as a vast military community, home to the United States Marine Corps. John Frederick Wilmer was fresh out of basic training when he arrived in Okinawa. This was his first time out of the U.S., and as a country boy straight from Covington, a small...

Marty Takes Charge in Malibu

by alphafan on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

Big men are surprised to learn that in any relationship the alpha male just may be the smaller man, and they certainly never expect to be turned every way but loose by a little guy. My name is Martin Evers, better known to my friends as Marty. I'm 5' 8" and weigh 150 lbs. I work out regularly and have a nice build to show for it. Although in most relations...

Captain's Obsession

by shabbu on Sep 16, 2017
Gay Male

The invitation was engraved, which of course it would be, but it was addressed to me specifically. One open invitation to the consulate staff and then this separate one for only me. I was only the U.S. vice consul in Naples, Italy. So why my own invitation? I separated it out and slipped it into my suit coat pocket as I moved toward the consul's office. Alic...