The muscle-burning peddle up into the base of the Thompson Gap had helped. I'd had to think about what to do next—what to think about and what not. Mom wanted me to stay a couple of more weeks before leaving for Wake Forest for my first year there. The university coach had suggested that guys trying out for track and field couldn't show up early enough to st...
It was the day I had to fly to Buffalo and I was a little bit uncomfortable. Ron and Gary had given me a going away party the night before and invited Johnson and Ken, the parole duo and the massive dicked tattoo guy who did their ink. Which meant that they had run a train, all night long, on my now bruised and throbbing asshole. My jaw felt like it was di...
The day was completely uneventful. Two weeks after college graduation with nothing to show for it. No job, no money, no life, no nothing. I should be working my ass off trying to get my head in the door of some graphics firm, but instead I'm spending all day enthralled with internet video clips and gay sex blogs. I guess I have to be completely truthful, tho...
I had no idea what to expect from Badger after that introduction and his demonstration of his immaculate squat technique. I guess lesson 2 was "Throw out your preconceptions, they won't help you here!" He trains 3 times per week and it just somehow became obvious that my life as well as my body was intertwined with his. My training was entwined with his. He...
My name is Bryce. I realized at an early age that my looks could open doors for me. I also realized that my big cock could close the deal. Most people would call the way I looked as classic all-American good looks. When I graduated from high school I was 6'4" with blond hair and ice blue eyes. You know the kind of eyes that can pierce right through the soul....
The young man on doctor Keith's table today was a football player from Fairford college. A blonde haired, blue eyed stud, with the body of a God. At this point in time, the young man was tied down, and gagged. He was looking up at Dr Keith with glassy eyes, desperate for release. The doctor had cruelly, left the stud for half an hour, tied on top of the tabl...
Sunday September 12 1988 11:10 pm Rock You Like A Hurricane. He can't dig me. He can't. Not a gorgeous hunk like him with every girl in school crawling all over him. Not just the sluts. All the girls want him. Even some of the teachers check out his ass when he walks by. He doesn't want me. He's just teasing me, playing a game with me because he caught m...
It was a new year. I promised myself to keep fit after gorging every last morsel of food during the holidays. I suspended anything remotely related to "working out" for the past two weeks. A few co-workers massaged the idea of participating in a half-marathon in April and spontaneously I offered to join them. I could not back out of it so I quickly pressured...
This story series is based on real life experiences with names and some incidents changed for the sake of confidentiality. ***** Doug Ellis would have been a heavily built man even if he'd never been engaged in manual work and then, later, obsessively into the gym. Not more than five feet eleven when his generations were suddenly outgrowing their predeces...
I wore my humiliation like a wet blanket draped across my naked body. After a prolonged week of agonizing soul searching, I had abandoned the last threads of my self-respect at the door with my clothes. Rushing into the room I had thrown myself to my knees at Jim's feet, burying my face in his groin as my first act of complete surrender and submission. It...