When in any bar, gay or straight, I love to watch people without them being aware. It's fun to try to figure out the stories of their lives and those of the people they are with. On this night, from across the smoky and noisy bar, I immediately noticed the two guys who seemed to be arguing about something. Every few moments they would glance my way and again...
Connor has been fucking the newcomer back and forth for almost one hour now. He has turned the poor boy in his whining bitch. Connor would have some mercy on the younger man if the freshman wasn't a cocky bastard that thought he had a chance against him. Connor not only is a bigger and stronger specimen of pure toned muscles, he also has 2 years of experienc...
I'd come out here to the park to try to calm down. The slight wedge of a townhouse I'd rented on Savannah's Lafayette Square was hardly big enough to turn around in, let alone pace in. It was essentially one continuous shot-gun room downstairs, a twelve by eight-foot foyer with a spiral staircase—entered from the street, followed by the "big" room, a twelve...
Aaron and Tank had worked together for almost eight years. They both were in construction and good friends, but they looked the exact opposites of each other. Aaron was around 5'2'' tall and chubby, weighing in at around 225 lbs. Tank was massive, 6'3'' and 250 lbs, but unlike Aaron, Tank was all ripped muscle. Unbeknownst to Tank though, Aaron was gay. Tank...
I sat in a near stupor. I don't know if it's possible to be cum drunk, but if it is, I indeed was. I was beginning to feel the effects of this daylong cocksucking fest. My jaws were beginning to ache. I had cum three times in about six hours time, and I was feeling tired. My nipples were also slightly hurting from the earlier piercing. The door opened again,...
I had literally creamed myself almost nightly for Phil's body, but Phil was about as straight as they come—and getting all the female tail he could handle if all the talk around campus was true. We were both attending the university on athletic scholarships—Phil on a football and baseball scholarship and me on a wrestling scholarship, wrestling being a good...
This story is a treasure memory. I took to the gym in my late teens, having been a fat kid. Fat kids were rare in those days. I guess that being more numerous now, perhaps there is less stigma attached to being "The fat kid", maybe not but when I see so many obese children waddling about the supermarket and I remember how much effort it has taken to recover...
Chapter One: Mile-High Club I had thought that no one could see us when Kwame pulled me into his body and kissed me behind a column at the San Francisco airport departure lounge, but then I saw the built black dude sitting almost alone in a bank of chairs in the adjacent departure lounge. He was staring directly at us. Coming out of the kiss, I buried my fa...
The two had fought each other to exhaustion, each one trying to master the other, until finally they rolled away from each other in the bed of ferns. Joe was the first one to laugh. "Yeah, but who woulda' known?" Al muttered. "You're such a cute little guy, and you've been eyeing me. I know you have." "That's because you're such a big hunk—a real bear," Jo...
There were four of them who entered the store close to closing time, all muscled punks decked out in black leather. I owned the small convenience store but found myself behind the counter this evening because my regular night clerk called in sick. The hunkiest of the four came up to the counter and puckered his lips and tossed me an air kiss. He asked me wh...